The old locust trees in the Zen courtyard are turning green and yellow, and the bodhi leaves have fallen and grown again. Time seems to be stretched out here.
In the medicine garden, Minchuan's hands tending to the herbs always carry the scent of earth, and the knife used to cut bamboo is dimly lit. Half of a jade pendant turns in the palms of the two of them, reflecting the oath they made on a rainy night thirty years ago - "Wherever the heart goes, it is the way home." The fingertips of Shen Qingwan and Su Luo touched in the moonlight. The stitches of the tiger-toe shoes were crooked, but half a lifetime of tenderness was sewn into them.
When the general returns on horseback, he never forgets to bring Chi Jin's favorite pickled elbows. The locust leaves on his temples are stained with wind dust, but his eyes are full of warmth. Chi Jin's teaching pavilion is weaving bamboo dragonflies in the moonlight, letting the bamboo shavings fall all over his shoulders. The children's laughter startles the birds on the locust tree, like a handful of silver bells.
Mortal years are like dew and electricity: Minchuan coughed and turned into the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums in the back mountain; when the abbot passed away, the jade pendant under the bodhi tree was stained with snow; Shen Qingwan's temples were stained with frost, but he was still sewing cotton robes for Chengan.
The demon's wait is as long as a river: Yaizhen guards the intact jade pendant with the word "An" and plants full moon primroses under the Bodhi tree; the red bamboo baskets are piled up into a mountain, each with the position of the moon; the general's quiver hangs on the wall, covered with dust but still shiny.
Geyue's arrow skills have long been accurate, and they have penetrated the panic of the years; Wangshu has become the new abbot, and when he lectures, he always looks at the stone bench where Minchuan sat. When the young man in school uniform walked towards the morning light, with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums on his fingertips, Yaizhen suddenly understood that reincarnation is never the end -
The worries in the fireworks and the obsession under Bodhi are all waiting for a reunion. Wait for the wind in the next life to blow open the door of the monastery and say: "I'm back."
Intention: The fireworks of the Zen Temple and the passage of time make love and care endless in the years.
