In a trance, I remembered Mu Xin's "Childhood Goes Away", a faint prose with water droplets of time. When I read and wrote, I didn't feel much deeply, and I only had one picture in my mind, that smoky morning, in the forest of green mountains and rivers, the protagonist's family stepped on a wooden boat, turning back to the temple hidden in the lush, and the sound of flowing water was in the ears. The clear and cold lake water, the bowl was so quiet, slowly sinking into the water.
The lost bowl and the gold ring that my mother lost as a child are the same, I think. In those poor times, she and her father had to marry so simply, and a gold ring was all they had. The young man did not understand, she said that this gold ring was intended to be left to you as a dowry in the future, and I only thought it was worth nothing. On the day of the loss, she said that she had lost the gold ring, and her words were full of regret and loss. Until now, every time I mention it, it is the same tone. As the years passed, when I thought back on the gold ring, I finally regretted that if I could, I would like to use money to retrieve the lost gold ring.
Now that I remember it, I have begun to understand the meaning of that prose. There are many things, and its loss would be regrettable because it carries emotions that cannot be measured by money. But there are also many times in life, you try to get, and finally you may inevitably lose because of which accident, that feeling of frustration, regret, in the heart for a long time can not be dissipated. Or something else because of their own mistakes, let something be lost, the heart is also such an inquiry, how can this be.
How to reconcile with yourself, just let it go, lightly say let it go, although there are regrets, but life is long, regrets more than one, only by letting go, can you let go of yourself.
