This year's snow came early, just three days after the frost fell, a thick cloud of lead piled up in the sky, which pressed down heavily, and people panicked when they looked at it.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the wind was whistling, and she was woken up in the thick old quilt that had been covered for more than thirty years.

Groping for the lamp that was placed on the head of the cabinet in front of the bed, she put on her cotton shoes, held on to the pillar on the bed, and slowly paced to the edge of the bed.

The window was closed tightly, and the wind did not leak in, but the sound of the wind knocking on the window sounded from time to time, she stood in front of the window and listened quietly, in this dark night of wind and snow, her lonely shadow shook in the dim light, and her heart was exceptionally clear.

She picked up the crutches placed beside the bed, opened the door, and walked down the corridor that could walk back and forth dozens of times with her eyes closed, to the main hall.

There were two faint lights on the offering table, which she had lit before she fell asleep.

She knelt down on the futon, looking up at the Buddha hidden in the shadows, the light was dim, and she tried to keep her eyes open, but what she saw was a faint image.

She felt a lot of affection

The statue of the Buddha, after several generations, has long been dull in color, dilapidated, every time she knelt in front of the Buddha to recite the scriptures, her heart is blaming herself, good Buddha, in her own hands to become so sluggish, it is really a sin.

She clearly remembered that forty-eight years ago, when she knelt in front of the Buddha before she was too tall, the teacher was too blank, holding a shiny ring knife and sliding over her head, thousands of green silk ran down her cheeks, and her plain clothes were scattered on the smooth floor.

The fireworks in front of the case were full of unity, and the face of the Buddha was half hidden in it, and she watched with some heartache as Qingsi slid into the big tree in the courtyard with the movement of the broom on the ground, turning into flower mud.

When the bell passed through the fireworks and soothed the wandering heart, from that moment on, her heart was devoid of earthly joys, sorrows, and sorrows, only the sacred Buddha sitting on the altar.

At that time, the Buddha's whole body was full of golden light, she looked at the Buddha's solemn appearance, her heart was full of indescribable piety, and now the Buddha statue is dilapidated with the dilapidated of the nunnery, but in her heart, the Buddha is still sacred, she prostrates, in front of the Buddha to repent of these years of incompetence and negligence.

She had already buried most of her body in the earth, and she was already an old nun on the verge of death, but when she knelt in the silent hall on this snowy night, a strong thought suddenly arose in her heart - that is, she hoped to be able to witness the sacred scene of the Buddha shining on the offering table again in her lifetime.

In the past few years, people's lives have stabilized, and all walks of life have slowly prospered again, and the days have become sweet, and naturally even the incense with the nunnery has also flourished.

Although this nunnery is dilapidated, it can win in a long history, and there are some nostalgic good men and women who come to the nunnery to offer sesame oil, last month, she cleaned up the merit box, carefully clicked, almost 10,000 yuan, she is very happy, and has been thinking about where the money should be used, this nunnery is already very dilapidated, the floor tiles on the main hall are pitted, and if you are not careful, you will trip over, but if you want to do a comprehensive renovation - the decaying beams on the main hall should be replaced first, and this money is obviously not enough.

She is now the only one left in the nunnery, and in the past 20 years, there have been no women in distress, women who have seen through the red dust, and women who have fled have stepped into this ancient and dilapidated nunnery to seek protection, and she has not been able to receive an apprentice.

She sighed sadly, one day when she kicked her feet, this nunnery would be abandoned, and then it would collapse after a few years of wind and sun, so why should it be repaired?

She looked at the Buddha statue with a sad expression, and two round tears flowed from her dry eyes, ticking, and falling on the gray-white cracked floor.

Early the next morning, she walked on crutches and tremblingly through the ice and snow to the field rented by a foreigner, and told him that she wanted to use the sesame oil money to paint the golden body of the Buddha sitting on the altar table in the nunnery.

Although she lived for more than 60 years, she spent almost all her life with the ancient Buddha of the green light, not rhyme with the world, painting the golden body for the Buddha is a big thing, and she must look for skilled craftsmen, but she doesn't know where to look, think about it, only ask outsiders to come forward to find, at least he will pick sweet potatoes, peanuts and radishes every other month to sell in the market, familiar with the outside world.

The stranger listened while patting the snow on the sweet potato with his big green hands.

"You say, is 10,000 yuan enough to paint the golden body of the Buddha?"

The stranger put the sweet potatoes in the basket, and this year he dug up fifteen quintals of sweet potatoes, ten of which were used for rent, and there was a surplus of five quintals.

"Almost, if it's not enough, I'll think of something."

"This year's field rent doesn't have to be paid to the nunnery, anyway, I'm alone, I can't eat so much, and there are still last year's stores in the warehouse, you can pick these and sell them in the market for a few dollars!" If I don't have enough money to repair my golden body, can you lend me some? ”

He glanced up at her, and in the past two years she had begun to fall ill intermittently, either with sore feet or dizziness, and her body had become thinner.

"This money originally belonged to the nunnery, I don't need to borrow you to go back to rest, don't run around on crutches, leave this matter to me!"

She looked at the two large baskets of spiky sweet potatoes at her feet, and then at his lean body.

"These two baskets of sweet potatoes are heavy, aren't they? Do you go to the market with a car, or do you use a donkey cart to go to the market? ”

He smiled, stood up and stretched, patted the snow foam on his body, and said, "I'm a donkey, of course I'm carrying it." ”

She admired it a little, but she was also worried, she looked at his old face like orange peel, and estimated his age in her heart.

"You're seventy-four or five this year, aren't you? At such an age, you have to be careful with such a heavy burden. ”

The foreigner's eyes lit up, and since she was left alone in the nunnery, he began to communicate with her intentionally or unintentionally, but she had always treated him lightly, and the incense in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall was as empty and distant as the incense.

In addition to the polite words that should be said, she knelt in front of the Buddha statue and whispered to her Buddha, and sometimes he stood in front of the dripping eaves outside the main hall, looking at the clay statue with envy, eager to smash him, and sat down on it herself, so as to listen quietly to what she was saying

But he didn't dare, and finally she had some enlightenment, and if he disturbed this life, it would be a long wait for an endless time.