A Lonely Boat Crossing the Sea, a Dust of Ink and the Fragrance of Ink

Book Title: Crossing the Sea in a Lonely Boat Author: Yichen Moxiang Introduction to the work: My whole life is like a lonely boat without oars and sails, floating in the vast sea of suffering in life. Born in a poor family and raised in the cold, his brother died young, his mother left, his father was indifferent. The wind and rain of the world bent his young and weak back early. I have tasted the indifference of human kindness, been bullied by others, encountered the absurdity of starting with chaos and ending with abandonment. I have walked on the edge of life and death. I have scars all over my body and have been wandering for half my life. When the baby in my belly fell to the ground, I had armor and weaknesses. For him, I cut off my black hair in exchange for rations, opened a stall in the early hours of the morning to wear out my fingertips, cleared wasteland for farming, and was covered in wind and frost. I was cheated and beaten. I lay in a leaky and dilapidated house, watching the childish boy step on the bench to cook porridge for me, even though I was covered in prickly heat, I smiled and said it didn't hurt. There are countless sufferings in the world, and the world is bitterly cold. I have cried, complained, and despaired, but I have never thought of bowing my head. I am just a wild grass growing in the cracks of rocks. No matter how strong the wind is or how heavy the rain is, it can still take root in the soil and grow towards the sun. I guarded my child and the immortal light in my heart, from black hair to white hair, from mud to smooth road. He became a pillar, and I wrote the book. It turns out that there is no natural supporter in this world. The only thing that can save oneself is the tenacity in the heart and the persistence that refuses to admit defeat. There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. I am my own boat. After thousands of sails have passed, I will finally see the light of day. (The reality is that women have grown up, half a life of suffering, and a lifetime of perseverance. It describes the sadness and glory of women at the bottom. The love between mother and child is deep, and the world is worth it)