I don’t know if people have past lives or souls. I only know that there are some places and people that are inexplicably kind and familiar to you when you first meet them.
I went to Nanjing for the first time when I was in my early 30s. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. I suddenly saw Jiming Temple on the bus stop sign next to me. I immediately jumped on the nearest bus and wandered to Jiming Temple. . The temple is not big, so I walked up the steps and happened to catch the evening classes at 4:00 or 5:00. I was leaning against the pillar at the entrance of the hall, watching the sunset, with the sound of Sanskrit in my ears, and suddenly burst into tears. Reluctant to leave.
I went to Yangshuo when I was in my early 40s. I rented a bicycle and rode through Shili Gallery. It was Moon Bay Park. I didn’t remember the name clearly, but I was shocked by the thousand-year-old banyan tree in the park. From a distance, I feel an inexplicable attraction to it. When I come closer, I look at it, and when I get close to it, I feel happy. I don’t have any thoughts, I just feel friendly and comfortable and want to be by its side for a long time. I was urged to leave by my family, but I made up my mind to come back to see it again in the future!
I don’t know why and I can’t explain it. Is it really some remaining memories and energy from the past life?
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