Don't be idle when you get there. Lushan mountain is misty and rainy, and Zhejiang tide.
Piles and piles, but that's it.
Why not create a false fate, create a missed career, and let the dharma body flow.
He Liangye will be eighty-two in half a month. Who said she was so lucky? The wife gives in to everything, and her children and grandchildren are filial. But that winter night, the old lady with silver hair fell asleep sitting watching the weather forecast as usual, so she broke her string.
After the funeral, the first seven days have passed, and the family has not recovered.
I always thought that she was still there and would slowly walk out of the bedroom to the living room and walk around digesting food; After finishing the housework, I lay in a rocking chair and hummed some tuneless songs. The clothes in the big cabinet of camphor wood are hung neatly, even the colors are well matched, and I can feel the temperature of her fingers; The sun is so bright, she must have gone to the terrace bask in the quilt again.
It's always a good night at home. When she left, Fang stopped and began to be in a daze. She looked at her four children, and they cried very sadly. He is even younger than a child. Not as good as before.