I was picking up the fragments of time in the tunnel of time, but I couldn't piece together a complete memory. You came from the opposite side and suddenly asked me: "Does a person have a soul after death?"

Let your thoughts pass over the ridge and look at the silence of the falling leaves. Maybe they are gathering energy and confidently waiting for the next reincarnation. My answer shocked myself: "Definitely! Death is just the beginning of the next reincarnation."

"

You smiled. Your smile reminded me of my mother. When I opened my eyes for the first time as a baby, I heard my mother’s song. The song flowed in my veins. I was enveloped in the aura of maternal love and stretched out my arms.

The little hands catch the sunshine.

You told me that in the belly of the mountain, my father’s palace was resplendent. I knew it was a legend, a myth. But I believed it because my faith was buried there. I started packing my bags and preparing to travel far away, looking for

I have accumulated a dream for a long time.

Under the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village, you put a sachet into my pocket and whispered to me that it was a gift from my mother to my father, so that when I saw my father, I would present it with both hands.

I walked forward along the ridge and talked to Feng. Feng's mood was changeable. He giggled and said he touched his lover's cheek, and cried and said he accidentally hit a stone cliff. He lowered his head and looked at me.

Search in the crevices of the rocks and see that there is a bright eye embedded in the stamens of the clover.

I know, it's you, encouraging me with your eyes not to be lazy, not to slack off, not to have any distracting thoughts... I suddenly turned around and saw that the road behind me was collapsing section by section.

That is God's will. There is no turning back in life. Walking through thorns, blood and tears, you can see the sparks sparkling in the crevices of the cliff. Walking forward against the fire, the silent mountain will naturally crack, and the murals on the wall will be arranged in an orderly manner.

Look at the father preaching on the altar, and the three thousand disciples are drowsy, but you are the only one who understands the true meaning and dances with joy after listening to it.

My father said, trillions of years ago, we humans pulled our roots out of the soil. Since then, men have bent over, plowing clouds and sowing rain, plowing the years into furrows. As the days grow older, in the fields, there grows a

A large number of children. The women stretched their branches to the sky, caught a handful of wind, cut the clouds, and made them into baby diapers. The sky was wet and drizzle fell.

You say, without desire, the heart will be satisfied. The roots rooted in the soil are sucking the milk of the earth. Late at night, dewdrops fall from the leaves and moisten the cracked soil. If you close your eyes and take a nap, you can feel the comfort of your heart.

In my free days, I was mulling over my thoughts, and for a moment I felt unreasonable sadness. Suddenly, I felt a sting at my root, a heartbreaking pain. The mountain shook, and at the break, lava erupted, and a fiery red river surged with waves.

On the tip, a small boat was bumping, and a rainbow was drawn at the connection between the sky and the earth. The empty valley echoed with the roar of deer.

When I am alone, I count the stars in the sky. The idea of ​​renewal drives my thoughts. The leaves are covered with eyes, which record the dynamic celestial phenomena and fleeting insights. Growth is no longer a myth, and the blood vessels that have been solidified for a long time begin to melt.

Opening his eyes, he saw an old man standing next to him. His beard was covered with white frost, his face was tangled and covered with dead vines. He was holding a cane in one hand and a leaf in the other, counting the annual rings on the leaf.

You tell me, that is my father. My father pointed to the sky with his crutch and said: "My child, use your strength to pull a piece of cloud and hold it in your mouth. If you push your body upward, you will get unexpected insights."

His blood vessels were bulging, and suddenly, his body and its roots were separated from the earth.

...My wife pushed me hard to wake up, and her voice was filled with panic: "What's wrong with you?"

I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and the scene in the dream was vivid in my mind. I said to my wife: "I just had a dream, dreaming about my father and mother." My wife scolded me: "Crazy!" and turned over.

, fell asleep and ignored me no more.

But I couldn't sleep, so I got dressed and got up, turned on the computer, and recorded the fleeting insights.
Chapter completed!