Record of the Same Boat on the Cold River

Crossing the cold river at night, he held a lone boat, and the wind and snow on both sides were like knives. She stood on the bow of the boat and said she was going to find her lost friend. Over the years, he had ferried countless passengers, but she took the same boat back and forth—and returned empty-handed each time. One time when the storm was at its worst, she finally sat in the cabin to keep warm and asked softly: "Do you know that the person I am looking for is on the boat?" His hand holding the pole paused, and the boat had reached the center of the river.