Huizi skipped happily and climbed up the red door. My friend said it was clever to burn incense here. She can't get pregnant for years. Suffering from the pain of not having children. Desperate, my friend came here to kowtow and make a wish, and really gave birth to a beautiful little girl next year. Friends who have been doing this for three years keep their vows year after year. Sometimes you can't believe it. When people live to an age, they seem to see through impermanence more. No one can guarantee whether the shoes taken off today can be put on tomorrow. Huizi's neighbor, a man in his forties, met in the elevator a few days ago and said hello to each other. Keiko knew that he had a son, two years older than Keiko's son. His family was rich, but he died of a sudden cerebral infarction at one or two in the morning the other night. Keiko didn't know until after work the next day that the corridor outside the high-end apartment was full of wreaths sent by mourners. Huizi couldn't help crying when she suddenly saw wreaths all over the floor in such a high-end apartment, accustomed to seeing exquisite flowers and plants. Yesterday, a big living person who could talk well became the ashes in that square box today. In this life, death is the fairest. Princes and nobles, ordinary people, no matter how rich and powerful you are, you have to be born to die. The impermanence of this life began to swirl in Keiko's mind again. Huizi turned and went upstairs. She thought, as a neighbor, she would also pay a visit tomorrow morning. The dead are gone, and the living feel sorry for it.
Keiko's friend took some cash. Later, Keiko learned that kowtowing is voluntary. It's all a gift. Keiko also took out a hundred dollars, learned from the people in front, knelt down and kowtowed nine times. Now, Keiko is almost completely resigned. Sometimes, for God's sake, there is no routine, just come out when you want. There is no pattern or clue at all. Always unexpected, always unexpected. In this life, you dare not even think about it. Simply put, become a child. Trust heaven as a child trusts his mother. If you are wronged and can't say it, you believe your mother can understand and take it out on Keiko. When things happen, don't worry, because God is supporting you. Speaking of it, Keiko is a strange person. Sometimes she thinks that the secretary of the municipal party committee and the secretary of the provincial party committee are all big officials, and their lives should be the same as those of immortals. They must withstand the wind and rain. So proud, so high-spirited However, Keiko heard from a friend that years ago, a party secretary jumped off Mount Tai. Presumably, this jump is also a dead end. Begging for death and liberation.
Huizi climbed several steps and came to another place. Three middle-aged women. Seemingly pious, I read aloud in front. I must have met something. Come here to read aloud and pray for a peaceful ending. The friend said, you go to kowtow first. Huizi hurried forward and knocked nine XiangTou. While kneeling, I threw out the 100 yuan I was holding in my mobile phone. Because the front is full of incense money donated by pilgrims. There are two people standing on both sides. A man near Huizi gave Huizi a big red scarf with Mount Tai printed on it. He was safe all his life.
Keiko came out, opened the scarf and put it on her body. At this moment, Keiko's heart is happier. As she walked and danced, she told her friends that I was not tired at all these days. Say that finish, a person smiled inexplicably. In the past, Huizi often shed tears for no reason, but this time it's all right, and this time she began to laugh for no reason. This is a good thing, a good sign, thinking like this, Keiko is running freely in the mountains, and for an instant, everything seems to be relaxed and better. The mountain is still foggy, but Keiko's heart is bright. ...