(a)

I don't remember much about the interior of that temple now. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, I don't remember much of the years we were together.

Because I've been so engrossed in you, the rest of the world has always been a blur for me.

There are only two things I remember. The first is the threshold in that temple. Like many monasteries, this monastery has many thresholds not only because of the many but also on the high threshold. The textures are also diverse, including bluestone, wood, and iron.

I've noticed that you never step on any threshold, you always cross it from above.

You smile a little when you notice that I'm paying attention to you.

You say, "Why do you always look at my shoes?" ”

I said, "Guide, you never step on the threshold?" ”

You say, "Why do you want to stand on something else when you can touch the earth directly?"

After a pause, you say, "I don't know why, but I always feel that these thresholds are alive." ”

You say, "I feel some throbbing inside." And I don't want to trample on another life. ”

What you said at the time was, "I don't want to trample on another life." ”

You say "again"!

I'm looking at you.

I said, "Guide, have you trampled on any other life before?" ”

You say, "Everyone makes countless mistakes before they understand the truth." Because, if you don't understand the truth, you won't know what is wrong. Because of blindness, it is impossible to avoid making mistakes. ”

It was only after many years that I heard a lecture on a tour that the threshold of the monastery was the shoulder of the Buddha.

When I heard this explanation, my heart suddenly became groomed, and suddenly, the past with you came to my heart.

At that time, a colleague next to me jokingly asked, "What?" Have you stepped on it? Have your face changed? ”

I didn't answer.

(b)

The second thing I remember most is the famous bell in this temple.

That day, we were about to leave the temple after our visit when we heard the bell ringing.

The sound of the bell rings from the depths of the temple into the atrium.

You were talking to me at the time, and your words stopped all at once.

You stand there like you're being pulled from behind by something, and you can't go.

I followed you and came down.

You turn around, and you turn in the direction of the big clock.

I feel like that sound keeps hitting your heart.

Something is trembling in your heart, and that trembling comes from a very old rift.

After feeling the tremor in your heart, I involuntarily took a step closer to you.

I stand next to you, standing there side by side with you.

You perceive my approach. You look at me with gratitude in your eyes. But you didn't say anything.

Let's listen to the melodious sound of the bells echoing in the evening light.

At the same time, we have a very strong sense of familiarity.

At the same time, we feel some kind of force pulling us towards the distant passage of time.

That force was very powerful, and under its pull, the body and mind continued to stretch like a piece of gummy.

As the bell echoed, the pull grew stronger and stronger, and it gradually converged on one of my arms.

Something was holding my arm tightly and lifting me off the ground. I felt the contents of my body leave the frame of my body little by little along that arm, and I felt like a scroll of paintings, spreading out along the past time.

A sense of fragmentation that pervades time.

There's a lot of clutter and noise.

I suddenly felt a little unbearable.

I heard myself make a little noise.

I moved my arm. It was this voice that brought me back to reality

。 When I regained my consciousness in reality, I saw that you were also waking up from your trance.

Our eyes converge.

At the last bell of the day, you said to me, "Xinxin, what's wrong?" ”

I said, "Yes, yes, there's something pulling my hand." ”

You breathe a little, your lips move.

I said, "Guide, what's wrong?" ”

You say, "There's something pulling me too." ”

I look at you and say, "It's a hand, in the depths of time." ”

You've been hit hard by something, and you can't speak for a while.

I said, "That hand is warm, with a lot of force, from above me, and it takes my arm and lifts it up." ”

I don't know how to describe your expression. I feel like you're struggling in shock.

After a while, your eyes look at the ground, and you say, "There's a hand, it's cold, down there, in my hand." There was weight, hanging from my arm. ”

We look at our hands at the same time. Then we were taken aback.

At the same time, we found that we didn't know when it would become a state of holding hands.

Like an electric shock, we immediately let go of each other's hands.

I lowered my head, and my face was red to the base of my ears.

You smile a little restrainedly.

Your eyes look in the direction of the front hall.

You put your hands in your pants pockets.

I feel your toes writhing nervously under the toe of your shoe.

Then, your eyes return to mine. You whisper, "I'm sorry, Xinxin." ”

You say, "I ......."

I raised my eyes, I looked at you, didn't nod, didn't shake my head, didn't speak.

My eyes make your heart flutter.

You can't go on.

We were silent for a while.

Then you speak softly, breaking the silence. You say, "Do you feel cold?" Your hands are cold. ”

I shook my head. I whispered, "I'm warm." ”

I whispered, "The hand of the guide is also very warm." ”

My voice was so low that I could barely hear it, "It's like the hand that once held me in the depths of time." ”

There are so many signs of our age-old connection over and over again throughout our lives.

We are also repeatedly struck by these signs.

The layers of tills are gradually lifted, and in our re-contact with each other, we recall more and more of the time of our past lives.

(c)

The breath of summer floats in the golden light.

It's quiet in the monastery.

The differences in our identities and ages quietly melt in silence.

None of us want to leave that atmosphere.

I want to stay in this quiet place that is isolated from the world, away from all the hustle and bustle of this world.

I don't want to go back and be your student. You don't want to go back and be my guide.

We feel that we at this moment are closer to us in the past, and we have vowed to meet in this life in the past.

However, all the good things can't last forever. It will fade away, it will become a thing of the past.

Reality always comes back again.

We still have to go back to the cage of this world again, to the myriad frameworks that define worldly identities.

Although we can often be around each other, we are blocked by countless obstacles that we cannot overcome.

In the past, I dreamed for a long time that one day if I was no longer Liu Shen's wife, the barrier between us would disappear, and I would have the opportunity to return to you again.

I can't even count how many months and years I've dreamed of this.

However, later, I came to understand more and more that these obstacles, they are endless. After one obstacle disappears, more obstacles will emerge.

There are so many things that will separate us from each other.

Separation is always omnipresent, while reunion is always as rare as the morning star and short-lived.

I'm not pessimistic at all.

This is the truth of the world.

It's always been that way. It always will be like this. (To be continued.) )