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If There Be Countless Hundreds of Thousands of Myriads of Beings 1 One year, during the New Year, my family and I went to Puzhao Temple to burn incense. In the courtyard before the Guanyin Hall, around the great incense burner, the crowd pressed thick, blue smoke curling upward. I stood under the eaves behindContinueContinue reading “If There Be”

有一年过年，我和家人去普照寺烧香。观音殿的院里，香炉前，人头攢动，青烟袅袅。我站在山门后的屋檐下，阴凉里，右边门里面是那个护法韦陀，手按在剑上，眼圆睁着。

忽然间，我看见一个斗笠遮面的女子，高佻的个子，挺直的背，亭亭的步履，从南往北，在人群中施施而过。 就那么走过，若履无人之境，就好像院子里的香客，都是无形质之物，虚空一般…点击标题👆阅读全文👆

我中午十一点吃的饭，现在都过五点了。回去肯定要挨我妈骂了，说不定头上还要挨几下拐锉。又来了，你听见没有——那脚步声。就像有人在楼上来回走，先是从这一头走到那一头，然后安静下来。过一会儿，又反过来，从那头走到这一头。然后又从头开始。而且那声音跟平常听到的脚步声不一样——不是咚咚的，也不急，木地板也不吱呀响。👆点击故事标题👆阅读全文👆

1 Me and Kangyao are best friends, even though he’s one grade higher than me in junior high and I’m still in the fifth grade. Our classes are in two different locations too—mine’s in the Temple of Confucius at the foot of the hills and his is at the top of the hills in theContinueContinue reading “Footsteps in the Pavilion”

1 It had looked like it was going to rain when the day began. Large, slow-moving clouds had been gathering since early morning in the southeastern sky, blocking the rising sun. But as she came out of the daycare center after dropping off her five-year-old son and closed the red wooden door behind her, sheContinueContinue reading “Hills”

1 I park the car, cross the small lot, and enter the center. There are only a few people inside—event assistants, and a handful of Spanish-speaking staff busy with the food. I have arrived before everyone else for the wedding. I go out through the back. On the other side of a narrow footpath isContinueContinue reading “A Day in May”

Photo de l’auteur 1 Little recollection remained of when the penetrating cold first took hold of him. It seemed to arise steadily from deep within and, each time it came, immediately spread through the whole body. The world had shrunk to a narrow black-and-white stream of dotted lights—silent, broken, and rapidly fleeing. All that remainedContinueContinue reading “These Mountains of Mine”

Guanyin Hills, photograph by 杨长福 in 1958 July 15, 1980. Tuesday. 11:30 a.m. Temperature 23°C. Humidity 85%. Cloudy turning clear, with brief showers. He and Yi Ying stood at the Haigeng ferry landing of the Kunming Water Transport Company, waiting for the ferry from Zhuantang that would take them to Kunyang. He was eighteen thatContinueContinue reading “The Ferry Is Here”

1980年，7月15，星期二，11点30分，气温 23 °C，湿度85%，多云转晴，有小阵雨，他和易英站在昆明水上运输公司海埂停靠站，等篆塘来的渡轮去昆阳。那年他18，易英19。
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