The novel of the ferryman continues to write a composition.

Forgetting Chuandu for 500 years, looking back on every dust, I don't envy immortals-the inscription "Nezha, the rebel, colluded with the demon monkey, ruined the heaven, and laid the foundation for forgetting Chuandu for ten thousand years at the will of the Emperor of Heaven ..." The merciless judgment still seems to reverberate in my ears, and he changed his armor. Dressed in a black robe, he slowly walked to the river bank and calmly looked at the endless forgotten Styx, in the cold sunset. "I was wrong ..." For a long time, he sighed disappointedly. "Man's ferry ..." The river spouted, and an old ship quietly docked by the river, where there was a wooden house. He sat in front of the house silently, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the changes of the four seasons, waiting for the people crossing the river. I don't know how many years have passed since I went to Qiu Lai in the spring. Tonight, the sunset will pass, and he slowly raised his head. "After waiting for many years, the first person to cross the river finally arrived ..." Under the gray sky, a seemingly weak scholar came slowly, with wisdom in his eyes. It seems that he is only a beginner, but the vicissitudes in his eyes show his nature. People are still young and mature when they die, and they are no longer old. He remembered a saying from heaven. "boatman." A voice full of vicissitudes of life sounded. He raised his head and disappeared into the darkness. He smiled when he looked at the scholar. "This river is called Forgotten River?" The scholar looked at the river and spoke softly. "yes." "So ... the other side is the other side?" "I haven't been there." "Interesting ..." The scholar smiled softly. "Why doesn't this boat have paddles?" "People in heaven don't need paddles to ferry." "Fairy ..." The scholar's eyes showed understanding and walked to the boat. "Take me across the river!" He smiled gently, stood up slowly, jumped, seemed to shrink to inch by inch, floated to the boat, and swooped down with a wave of his left hand. At sunset, the boat slowly sailed forward and slowly walked to the invisible shore. In the eyes of mortals, the scholar just flashed his eyes, but he didn't seem shocked. "Fairy, you must be very happy?" In the urgent voice, the scholar broke the silence. "That depends on what you think …" He smiled at the endless Styx. "When I was young, I traveled all over China and collected countless folk tales." At this point, the scholar paused slightly. "Listening to the old man said that forgetting to ferry people to Sichuan is to offend the Emperor of Heaven and be demoted." Doubt eyes condensed behind him. "But so what?" "What do you say?" He turned to ask, deep eyes seemed to attract people. The scholar was unmoved. "It seems that emperors in heaven and earth are like this ..." "Treat my liegeman like dirt? If I were a fairy, I must write about the unjust actions of the Emperor of Heaven! " The scholar seems to be lost in memories and is indignant. "Are you the same on earth?" He became interested in the scholar's past lives. "So what? After this forgetfulness, I completely forgot ... "He was silent, quietly listening to the scholar's narrative. On earth, the integrity of a scholar, the righteousness of a scholar, the righteousness of a scholar ... until he reached the shore, the sunset turned into a crescent moon, reflected on the forgotten river, and the scholar sat there, silent for a long time ... ""He sighed lightly, and the scholar's experience reminded him of himself, and heaven and earth were so similar. "In the next life, I would rather be an ordinary person!" The scholar stood up with a wry smile and got off the boat. "bon voyage." He blessed the scholar. The scholar didn't answer, just smiled, took a step and left slowly. "Will ..." He heard a soft murmur. I took a deep look at the back of the scholar. "You will go down in history." He sighed. Towards the slowly disappearing back, he made a bow with his fist. "Sima Qian ... I will remember you ..." Day after day, year after year, he has forgotten how many people he sent away, but it seems that only that scholar touched his heart. Five hundred years passed like running water. On this day, he suddenly looked at the sky. Thunder rumbled and the majesty of the clear sky came to my face. "Because of the earthly journey to the west, the demon monkey surrendered, the Emperor of Heaven made a special order, and the traitor Nezha made contributions to defend the Buddhist scriptures in heaven ..." The deafening voice echoed between heaven and earth, and he smiled. "Defend the way? Emperor Heaven likes Sima Qian. From now on, I'm just myself ... "He didn't put on his shirt, but left heaven with a long laugh. ...