Chapter 4 third chapter

So, this should be my mother's grave.Small, a pile of soil from the grave. Every time I come, I will first take out the lotus hairpin from the bottommost layer of my agarwood box and put it in the shallow ditch blown by the wind in the middle of the grave to let my mother know that I keep the hairpin well. Very good, I was not discovered by my father, nor was I discovered by my grandmother, nor was I bitten by insects. Why did my mother leave this hairpin in the tree hole of the old banyan tree outside my window?Is it a sign of who she made an appointment with? And she never saw that person again, and died.When she died, she must have been very concerned about whether that person came or not.

From the second layer of the small wooden box, I took out the ghost paper with my name on it, and scattered it to the sky one by one. I never fail to burn these gold papers.I will always remember how my mother's black hair was scattered by the wind, and returned to my mother with the wind.These gold papers will also fly away with the wind and fall into mother's hands. When the wind stopped, I put the last drop of gold paper flat on the palm of my hand.I stood on one foot, opened my arms facing the sun, and taught these gold papers how to fly so that they could fly beautifully. A gust of wind came, my sleeves swelled into a white cloud, and the gold paper in my palm came alive, turning into golden butterflies with my vermilion name flashing on their wings, flying together under the sun The golden ocean, the rolling waves went over the mountains.

When the wind stopped, there was actually a piece of gold paper left in my palm, which was not blown away.I think since my mother likes lotus hairpins, she must also like lotus flowers.I folded this piece of gold paper into a twelve-petal nasturtium, put it in the hole of the giant tree next to the grave, and pressed it on top of the silk thread tied by my father. I chose a place with thick grass to lie down and untied my robe.Let the golden sun warm my chest, and wait until the sun on my chest moved to my stomach, then I got up and gathered my robe, wrapped around the heat of the sun, put the hairpin back into the small wooden box, and kissed my mother’s grave , leave the big tree head and go home.