(a)

At that time, in order to avoid seeing our peers as much as possible, and to spend as much time as possible together, we would often choose the secluded and most crooked roads to walk. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info we found more than 10 routes home.

I sit on the back of your bicycle and walk with you through the labyrinthine alleys, past rape fields with blooming vegetable fields, and parallel with freight trains at a safe distance next to the tracks.

The freight trains on the spur lines of the railroad were sometimes pulled by steam locomotives, and as they passed, a thick white mist of steam was emitted from both sides. These vapors envelop us like white clouds. So, sometimes, I feel like I'm flying in the sky with you.

We parked next to the sleepers together and listened to the earth-shattering roar of the departing front of the car.

We looked at each other and smiled. We feel that this kind of daily and simple things are full of nostalgic warmth.

(b)

One of the routes I dread the most, and your favourite route to walk, was to climb over a small hill covered with vegetable patches.

It's the hardest route for you, because you'll have to pedal up a very steep hill with a sharp downhill turn. Every time I want to get off there to lighten your load, you always stop me.

You say, "I can do it." Let me give you a little longer. ”

You keep saying this as if you knew in advance that such moments would not last.

I sit behind you, I feel the tense muscles in your body, and I hear your heartbeat and breathing accelerating from the movement.

Every time I have a moment like this, I feel a certain feeling of distress. I will have the desire to caress you, to hold you gently from behind, to put my face on your warm back.

These wishes rise and fall in my heart every time.

I regret that I didn't really do it once.

I was scared of this route because it needed to pass a vegetable farmer's house with a tall Chow Chow in it. Every time we passed, it would come out of the house and bark at us.

It stood there, barking at us incessantly. Sometimes, it chases after our bikes.

At such moments, I scream and you ride forward at full speed.

You carried me as briskly as the wind down the field path, and as I watched the dog gradually move farther and farther away from our car, I saw it finally stop and bark loudly again in our direction.

You like to do this kind of adventurous thing. You are still as passionate about doing this kind of risky thing as you were in your previous life.

Although I am very scared of that dog, I love doing adventurous things with you.

I love adventuring with you because I know you're going to protect me, and I'm happy to see you enjoy what you love to do.

You get a double pleasure in this matter: the completion of the adventure and the realization of the protection of me.

(c)

One of the routes we all enjoyed was passing the largest mosque in the area, the resplendent mosque, which seemed to be forever closed, whether there was an event inside or not. We've been passing by it for years, and I've never seen it open its green doors.

The domed, green and white building stood in an unusual setting, as if it had suddenly descended from outer space. It is also home to the local Is-Lan Association.

As we pass by, the penultimate prayer of the five prayers a day is usually performed, the one at sunset.

We heard the voice of the elders calling believers over the loudspeaker: "Come and pray for success!" ”

Believers are guided by the clergy to clean their hands, arms, faces, and even their hair. They bowed themselves before their Allah with cleanses and prayed sincerely.

We listened to Al. Al through the loudspeaker from afar. Prayer of Fatihah: "Lead us in the right way, in the way of those who have been gracious to you, not in the way of those whose wrath is kindled against them, and not in the way of those who are lost!" ”

Sometimes, they also recite words from the Koran, and they pray as if chanting hymns: "Greetings, offerings, and offerings, prayer to Allah." ”

"Peace be upon you, O Prophet, and Allah's mercy and his blessings."

"Peace be upon us and all those who faithfully pray to Allah."

"I testify that there is no god but Allah. He is the only one and has no spouse. And testify that Muhammad is his slave and his messenger. ”

You told me that you used to go to the mosque with your father. When they have finished their prayers, they will sit on their knees, turn their heads to the right and say: "Peace and mercy of Allah be with you." ”

You say that women are not allowed to enter the mosque. For women are unclean. I said disappointedly, "Really? Then I will never have the opportunity to visit the mosque. ”

We stood side by side, quietly listening to the prayers to the heavens.

We know that some of the same prayers are going on in each other's hearts. Sometimes, we feel that the phrase "lead us on the right path" is also addressed to ourselves.

Once, after listening to their sunset prayers, you said to me: One out of every five people in the world is a member of the religion of Isran. Their total number on the planet is more than 1 billion.

You say, if we were in a spaceship, flying over the earth and observing human beings with a super telescope, we would be able to see that from morning till night, the worship of Mus-elin swept across our planet, like a huge wave, and millions of Mus-rin fell on their knees five times a day and prayed.

You say, early in the morning, as soon as dawn broke, the prayer of Mus Lim began in the Philippines. The first wave of this prayer rushed to Indonesia, Malaysia, Bangladesh, India, then Iran and Turkey. Finally to Europe. The second wave of prayer begins at noon, which is the time of prayer for the Mus Lim in China. This new wave has also reached India and Russia, where 45 million Muss Lin live. Similarly, the third wave began at 3 p.m. and was an afternoon prayer in the Far East. These three waves of prayer one after the other, forging and regulating life under the culture of Is*ran. At sunset, the penultimate prayer begins, and at dawn on the east coast of the United States, where Mus Lim is beginning his morning prayer, Mus Lim of Nil Valley is prostrating himself in the sweltering heat of noon, and Pakistanis are praying in their mosques for the afternoon. By the time the last wave of Musel's Vespers was rising, it was already two o'clock after sunset in the Far East, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the prostrate worshippers in the Ganges Delta, while the city saints of Mecca were prostrating themselves in the afternoon prayers in front of the Black Stone Church. At that moment, the second wave of prayer was reaching the faithful Mus Lin in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco, while the first wave of the Mus Lin prayer was breaking through the morning dawn in the Rocky Mountains.

I follow your words and imagine with great fascination the spectacle of thousands of people praying to the gods.

Like you, I feel a deep touch and emotion for this.

After you have said this, we have been silently staring at the great dome of the mosque, overtaken by some great power that is higher than the daily life of mankind.

You say, "Just as people need food to keep their bodies strong, they need faith to keep their souls strong." (To be continued.) )