没有强迫，投身他乡；有都市霓红，没有鸟语花香，背井离乡；

有如水中浮萍，如风中落叶；飘泊，流浪；

亲爱的故乡......多少暴风骤雨，时常想念牵挂；

曾多少个黄昏至天明，无法入睡；因为，心中满满地盛着；

对故乡的依恋...盛着那浓浓的乡思......

       据说：在阴阳交界的地方，所有灵魂都要经过一条忘川河，喝了孟婆汤，走过奈何桥。就能将前世的爱恨情仇一笔勾销，开始又一个轮回。

      有一个传说，在忘川河上，有一位神秘的摆渡人，每一百年，就会来摆渡一个灵魂。只要你和他有机缘，坐上这条渡船，就可以不忘记前生，就可以实现一个愿望。但是，不知道他什么时候来，如果你有毅力，可以等。

       河岸上，我一动不动的站着，任风吹散我的头发。一百年了，在这冰冷的地府，我放弃了轮回，就是为了等待那一位摆渡的人。

        生前，我一直幻想拥有一段天长地久的爱情。可是，那只是一场梦，生命易逝。当灵魂在地府游荡的时候，我知道了那个传说，不管是真是假，我都要等待。 

        忘川河水汹涌湍急，河岸边开着一种白色的小花，晶莹剔透的，很美。它叫忧郁之花，凡是悲哀的灵魂，都能将它拿在手中，一直开放。直到有一天你不再忧郁时，它也就会自己枯萎凋谢。因为它就是靠灵魂的忧郁开放的。

       在我的手指尖，一直开放着一朵忧郁之花，开得很灿烂。来来往往的灵魂，都会给我投来同情的一瞥。

       我白色的衣服早已被地府的风吹了一百年又一百年，发丝已渐渐斑白，是的，我就是这么一日复一日，年复一年的苦苦地在河边等待。 

          远远的，一只小船，无声的驶来。船上，是一位面容冷峻的黑衣人，她将船靠岸，只说了一句：“上来。”不管我是谁，也不问我要去哪里，就这么默默地走着。

       渡船的终点，是那个繁华的世界。滚滚红尘，当我踏上彼岸，回头，早已经不见了那一位摆渡人。忽然，我开始怀疑，我为什么要等那只渡船，真的只是为了实现一个愿望吗。此时，指尖上的忧郁之花，似乎开得更灿烂了。

       这一世，我仍然是孤单的，我给自己起了一个新的名字－－白发三千丈。

      又一次来到河边，我期望着再一次搭上他的渡船。就这样，九个百年，我和她相遇了九次。九世轮回，却没有改变我在人间的宿命。每一次相遇，我指尖的忧郁之花就会凋零一次，下了船，花朵依然绽放。

       第十个百年，我依然在河边痴立，可是，两百年过去了，她没有来。倒是她的那艘渡船，不时地在河面上漂来荡去。忽然间，我泪流满面。孟婆说，我和她的缘份已尽，劝我还是早早的喝了汤，抹掉记忆，重回人世。

     可是，我还是固执的守在河边，年复一年，我一直会等待，哪怕再等十个百年！没有人知道，我这样的苦等，不是为了那一个愿望，也不是为了记取前生。在一千年前，我就知道，我一百年的等待，只是为了，只是为了，只是为了看那位摆渡人一眼！

       彼岸烟波流转，没有我要等候的人！对岸繁华三千 ，红尘里可有一位摆渡的人？

A Smugglar
 

The suspicious-looking man drove up to the border, where he was greeted by a sentry. When the guard looked in the trunk, he was surprised to find six sacks bulging at the seams.

"What's in here?" he asked.

"Dirt," the driver replied.

"Take them out," the guard instructed. "I want to check them."

Obliging, the man removed the bags, and sure enough, each one of them contained nothing but dirt. Reluctantly, the guard let him go.

A week later the man came back, and once again, the sentry looked in the truck.

"What's in the bags this time?" he asked.

"Dirt, more dirt." said the man.

Not believing him, the guard checked the sacks and, once again, he found nothing but soil.

The same thing happened every week for six months, and it finally became so frustrating to the guard that he quit and became a bartender. Then one night, the suspicious-looking fellow happened to stop by for a drink. Hurrying over to him, the former guard said, "Listen, pal, drinks are on the house tonight if you'll do me a favor: Just tell me what the hell you were smuggling all that time."

Grinning broadly, the man leaned close to the bartender's ear and whispered, "Cars."

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