Finally, the fishing boat docked at an unknown pier in Hong Kong. The sky was still dim, and the refugees stumbled ashore in the darkness, guided by the faint light on the shore. At that moment, everyone embraced each other and wept by the shore. On one hand, they were relieved to have escaped death, but on the other hand, they were overwhelmed by the uncertain future ahead.
Under the eaves of a small shop by the shore, Ashan's family took a temporary rest. Ashan's mother was filled with a mix of sorrow and grief. Originally, if they had reached Kowloon, there would have been friends arranged by Ashan's father to pick them up. But now, in this unfamiliar place of Hong Kong, their belongings had been almost completely seized by foreign sailors. How would they live their days from now on?
As the day gradually brightened, the door of the small shop also creaked open, and the people inside peered out. They only glanced at Ashan's family before speaking in Cantonese that Ashan couldn't understand, rudely driving them away while holding their noses and murmuring.
It was only then that Ashan's mother noticed how disheveled they all looked. Not only were their clothes dirty, but their bodies also emitted a foul odor from days without bathing. Combined with exposure to the sea, their skin cracked, and their hair was long and unkempt, resembling a group of beggars.
Ashan's mother stood up helplessly. She strapped the baby to her back and tied the three children together with a rope, slowly making their way towards the village. In her heart, she could only pray silently for divine protection, hoping for a way out.
As they walked, they suddenly saw a figure approaching not far ahead, calling out, "Ashan! Ashan's mom!" Upon hearing this voice that they had longed for over the past days, a huge burden lifted from Ashan's mother's heart, and her pace quickened unconsciously. However, the string of children couldn't keep up, and Ashan, being the youngest, stumbled and fell. But Ashan didn't cry because he recognized Uncle Lin's voice.
Uncle Lin rushed over, tears of joy streaming from his eyes. He was a comrade of Ashan's father back in the military. Due to his involvement in underground activities, he had arrived in Kowloon earlier. Following the fall of Kowloon, he came to Hong Kong.
He shook Ashan's hand, telling Ashan's mother how he had been inquiring about the situation of small cargo ships every day. Finally, through a special channel, he learned that Ashan's family might have docked here these past few days. After waiting for several days, his efforts were not in vain. "Ashan's mom, you've been through a lot. If I hadn't been able to find you, I wouldn't know how to face Ashan's dad."
Then followed a moment of silence, tears streaming down the faces of the two adults. Ashan's mother shed tears of joy mixed with bitterness, and Uncle Lin was no different. Seeing Ashan's family inevitably reminded him of the family trapped in Hainan.
終於，漁船在香港一個不知名的碼頭靠了岸。天色尚未明亮，難民們摸著黑，藉著岸上微弱的燈光，腳步蹣跚地上岸。這時，大家在岸邊相擁而泣。一方面慶幸死裏逃生，一方面又為前程茫茫，而不知如何才好。
阿三的一家在岸邊一家小店的屋簷下，暫時歇了下來。阿三媽此時真是悲感交加。原本如果到了九龍，還有阿三爸安排好的朋友來接。如今到了香港這個舉目無親的地方，身上帶的細軟，又被洋水兵搜括幾近一空。以後的日子怎麼過呢？
天漸漸地亮了，小店的門也伊呀地打開了，店裏的人探出頭來。只瞄了阿三家人一眼，就用阿三聽不懂的廣東話，惡形惡狀地趕阿三一家人離開，同時還用手掩著鼻子一直嘟嚷著。
此時阿三媽才發現，一家人是如此地狼狽不堪。不但衣物骯髒，而且身體也因為十幾天沒有洗澡而發臭。加上海上曝曬，皮膚乾裂，頭髮又長又亂，真像是一群蓬頭垢面的乞丐。
阿三媽無奈地站了起來。將嬰兒背好，把三個小孩用繩子綁成一串，慢慢地向村中走去。心中只有暗中祈禱老天保佑，應無絕人之路。
走著走著，突然見到不遠前面奔來一個人影，口中一直呼叫著：「阿三！阿三的媽！」阿三媽聽到這個十幾天來一直盼望的聲音，心中的大石頭終於放了下來，腳步不覺地也加快了起來。但是那一串孩子卻一時跟不上來，阿三因為個子最小而跌倒了。但是阿三沒有哭，因為他聽到林叔的聲音。
林叔趕了過來，眼角流著高興的眼淚。他是阿三爸在部隊裏以前的同袍。因為轉入地下工作，而先到了九龍。隨著九龍淪陷，來到了香港。
他握著阿三的手，對阿三媽訴說，他每天打聽小貨輪的情形。最後經過特殊管道，得知阿三一家可能在這幾天，搭漁船在此地靠岸。等了好幾天，終於皇天不負苦心人。「阿三媽，你辛苦了。如果我接不到妳，真不知如何向阿三爸交待。」
接著就是一陣子沉默，四行眼淚在兩個大人的臉上流下。阿三媽是高興與辛酸的淚，林叔又何嘗不是如此呢？看見了阿三的一家，難免會想起身陷海南的一家人。
(1950's Hong Kong 香港)