The foggy season suddenly fell in love, and he felt too strange for a person he met for the first time to have such emotions.

"Is it just gone? You've been waiting so hard for so long, and that's it? Misty reached out to grab her, but the hand was raised and lowered. He knew he couldn't keep her.

She smiled reluctantly and said, "I'm afraid I won't see it, just see it." ”

With that, she left the pear tree and walked further and further along the path. Her back was infected with the mist, like a rapidly fading photograph, the color faded more and more, gradually turning black and white, and then vanishing.

Foggy Ji looked at her departing back, her heart was broken, and she cried.

Grandpa heard the cry of the foggy season, hurriedly came out of the house, walked under the peach tree, and asked him what was wrong.

"I don't know why, I want to cry when I see her go like this." Foggy Ji grabbed his grandfather's clothes and said.

His grandfather took him back to the house and lit straw in the stove to warm him up.

The foggy season baked the fire for a while, and the mood gradually calmed down.

He wiped the tears from his face and asked his grandfather, "Why did I cry so much just now?" ”

Grandpa asked, "What did she tell you?" ”

He saw what she said to his grandfather.

Grandpa was silent for a long time, and then said: "The tears she put here are here, you give them back to her now, she takes away your tears, and you can forget those obsessions." ”

"What about me? Will I forget? "There seems to be a lit candle flame flickering in the eyes of the foggy season.

The woman on the canal bridge flashed through my grandfather's mind again.

"Yes. If she forgets, you will forget. "Actually, my grandfather wanted to say that you had forgotten.

The candle flame in the foggy season's eyes went out, and she said with dull eyes: "Yes, she said that she was waiting for me, but I can't remember who she is." ”

"It's good if you can't remember." My grandfather pushed a handful of straw into the stove and used tongs to stir it in the ash heap. Suddenly, a lot of burned-out straw ash rose into the air along the flames, falling everywhere like black snowflakes, some of which fell on the head and shoulders of the misty season.

Foggy Ji shook his head, pulled up his clothes and flicked them, and the straw ashes fell. The ashes, which were still in the shape of straw, were shaken off and lost their original appearance and turned into dust. When the burned straw ash accumulates a lot, it will be moved to the ash cellar behind the house, and if the ash cellar cannot be stored, it will be carried to the paddy field one by one and sprinkled in the paddy field as fertilizer.

When the next harvest season comes, stacks and bundles of straw will be brought to the house, dried and made into firewood.

Once, when I saw the word "sentient beings" in a scripture and looked for many commentaries on these two words, I still did not understand the meaning, so I asked my grandfather what the meaning of "sentient beings" was.

When I asked, the outsider was making a fire with straw, and the kettle was boiling, and he was squeaking.

My grandfather said, "All sentient beings, just like these straws, a certain straw is not called sentient beings, a handful is not called sentient beings, all the straws in the world are called sentient beings, they come from the field, they burn themselves, and in the end they become nirvana, lose their bodies, and turn into ashes. But they were sown in the field, and they became new straw, and they were harvested again, and they were returned to the stove. If you want to say which one of the straws was last time, you can't tell. You said none of this was the last time, and it's not really. They go back and forth like this, and they are sentient beings.

The foggy season and the woman on the canal bridge have forgotten the past, perhaps similar to the straw being burned to ashes.

After that, they met again or again, and they couldn't tell if she was the current her, and whether he was the same as before.

The straw is their skin, and the ashes are the soul.

I haven't seen that girl since I saw the crescent moon among the peach and pear trees in the foggy season. On my twelfth birthday, after dinner, and after a long wait, my grandfather pulled the mahogany talisman out of the rice jar.

Strange to say, after the peach wood charm was gone, I quickly forgot that there was such a peach wood charm at home.

I once heard a saying that there are three deaths in a person's life. The first time is when the person no longer breathes, no longer speaks, no longer listens. The second time is that this person has returned to the loess, and there is no more description and place for him in the world. The third time was when the last person who remembered him died or forgot about him. That's when he really died.

If that peachwood talisman was human, it would have come back from the dead more than ten years later!

I was already in college at the time, and I accidentally saw the mahogany charm that I had forgotten about behind the door of a storage room.

It was almost the Chinese New Year, so I said to my mother, "The fire on the night of the thirtieth night, the light in the night of the Lantern Festival." This is useless anyway, and it was burned as firewood at thirty nights, right? ”

When my mother heard this, she said in a fierce voice, "It's you!" How can it be burned? ”

I shuddered and felt creepy.

My mother probably saw my frightened look and decided that she shouldn't let it show up again, so she hid it somewhere else.

After that meeting, I never saw the peachwood talisman again. For some kind of psychological reason, I don't ask where it went.

My grandfather often said that "yin and yang are inherent, but there are no taboos". Since then, I have known that it exists, but I have neither worshipped it in awe nor burned it out of taboo.

Everything, let it be.