When I got home, my mother told me that I was going to start wandering in the afternoon, and the village chief asked me if I had time to carry the bodhisattva. I replied sheepishly that I didn't want to go, and my mother told me

When I got home, my mother told me that I was going to start wandering in the afternoon, and the village chief asked me if I had time to carry the bodhisattva. I replied sheepishly that I did not want to go, and my mother told me not to go out when the time came, and she told the village chief that I had not returned from duty.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the familiar sound of gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers began to be heard in the distance, and the family hurriedly picked up the firecrackers and went to the door to greet the gods. I watched in a daze on the window on the third floor as the team of wandering gods walked noisily, the gong and drum team, the dragon and tiger flags, the black-faced bodhisattvas, the red-faced bodhisattvas, the Queen of Heavenly Maidens, and the devout believers on both sides, at this time, inexplicable feelings welled up in my heart, and suddenly burst into tears, and then cried loudly, this fragile emotion only appeared when my grandmother died.

I am not a stranger who sees things and dreams, nor is I a returnee who has not changed my hometown, these childhood memories have never dissipated, and I can see them every year. At this time this year, the feelings are quite complicated, and I have been wondering about my own tears, is the birth of my daughter really like an hourglass that makes me clearly see that I am getting old and sad?

       I'm not afraid to grow old! Indeed, I feel that I am getting younger and younger, and although I can't erase the wrinkles on my forehead, my heart is becoming clearer and clearer. I am just afraid to watch these people around me who know or don't know slowly grow old, witness the same sky with them, they have also become their own time witnesses, each person's departure is like a lost piece of time, the puzzle of memories is not so complete! Tianhou Niangniang is as plain as ever, but the worshippers have changed from wave to wave, if she really has a spiritual experience, can she take me back to the past, to meet those who are dead, to find a lost period of time, to find the simple happiness of my youth?

      The leading masters were still pious, but they were older; the Dragon and Tiger Flag was still flying, and the offspring who raised the flag were already careless. We can't blame their carelessness, their times have more wonderful, just as our times are destined to find happiness only in simplicity. With the second sister, there are many partners, small shoulders carrying a large dragon and tiger flag, following the palanquin of the Queen of Heaven Niangniang's sedan all over the mountains, and the reward of the two oranges is enough to rejoice and satisfy. The carelessness of the afterlife and my non-lifting bodhisattvas are actually the same, and we can't withstand the growth of consciousness to a greater or lesser extent! My crying is sentimentality that cannot be saved from the past feelings, and I am even more worried that such a "wandering god" may disappear completely in the near future. Future generations will not understand now, when they reach my age, when they can no longer see the "wandering god", they will know the value of this festival, and probably will also shed tears for this period of time, which is the price of growth!

       Can the locality emitted by the body and the rural sound that pops out of the mouth still make people feel kind? Everyone is busy with themselves, can you still remember the two little guesses of your childhood? The world has become bigger, people have gone in different directions, can they still talk freely? Heart-to-heart communication is not about meeting every day, but after a busy year, can everyone still squeeze out time and work together to do the same thing? For many years, the Queen of Heaven was like a bond, closely linked to such clan relatives, but this bond seemed to be less and less strong...

    At night, the ancestral hall was very lively, and the women of the whole village held out plates of sacrifices to worship the Queen of Heaven, and I wanted to carry my daughter with me, but my lover tried to stop me. She doesn't understand the emotions involved, and I want my daughter to feel the joy of my childhood. When she grows up, at least she will have the same grief as me!