我要写的,是一个废弃的渡口,这里姑且称之为废渡吧。小时候,我有一个愿望,等长大了,会写东西了,就一定要写写渡口。如今,我提起笔来真要写时,它已经不复存在了,像被一阵风刮跑了似的,又像被河水冲走了似的。然而,它在我脑海中留下的印象,随着时光的流逝,不仅丝毫没有淡去,反而愈加清晰起来。它坐落在黄河边,岸上不远处有一座小县城,一条公路自县城伸向河边,渡口就成了县城通往外界的必经之地。 I want to write, is an abandoned ferry, here tentatively called the waste it. When I was young, I had a wish. When I grew up, I could write something and I had to write and write a ferry. Today, when I put up a pen to really write, it no longer existed, it was like a gust of wind running away and it was like being washed away by the river. However, the impression it has left in my mind, as time goes by, has not only not faded, but has become clearer. It is located in the Yellow River, not far from the shore there is a small town, a road stretching from the county seat to the river, the ferry has become the county must pass through to the outside world.