Introduction
——Pure love————
Jin Feng died in the fire after the beginning of spring.
I personally dug out his only relic from the rubble, a copper lock that was burned out of shape.
But on the night of the seventh day of April, he knocked on my door again. Wearing a green-gray gown with his sleeves rolled up, he stood under the moonlight and smiled at me: "Chang Qing, I'm here to find you."
Then all the way west. He worshiped gods wherever he went - Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, City God's Temple, and Mogao Grottoes. At night after the prayers, he always took me for a walk and said some incomprehensible words. He said that a person's life is like a cloud, which looks different from moment to moment. He said that if one day he was gone, he would look up at the stars.
I thought this was a long overdue journey.
Until he let me hug him under the stars of Namtso. His body was too light to be true, and the scent of pine and cypress was so faint that it was almost impossible to smell it.
It's the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, in a lamasery in Tibet. After he worshiped God, he suddenly turned to look at me. The flame of the butter lamp went out automatically without any wind, and it went out clearly in his eyes.
He smiled and asked: "Chang Qing, are you happy?"
I stepped forward and hugged him, like I had done many times before.
The moment a tear fell, his farewell was heard in my ears.
But the arms were empty.
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It turns out that along the way, from south to north and from east to west, I paid homage to all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens. What I sought was never the future or the afterlife.
I just want the person who will never come back to walk with me for a while longer.
Purpose: Love the country, love the party and love the people with a high degree of unity