The Spring Festival when I was four years old was a warm winter, sunny and warm as spring.
At noon on the fourth day of the Chinese New Year, after lunch, he took advantage of the opportunity of adults drinking tea and chatting, and slipped out of the door alone and wandered around his home.
There is a pond not far from the left of his house. The water in the pond is filled with abyss and the waves are sparkling. Although it was winter, there was no ice residue on the water surface.
He was wandering by the water alone, for some reason, maybe because he saw something, he jumped out of the pond and struggled in the water.
The adult man who happened to pass by was just past, saw this danger and didn't even bother to take off his clothes. He stabbed him down and swam quickly towards him. After a lot of effort, the man finally rescued him ashore, and then began to treat him urgently, and drain the water on his handstand, and he woke up.
With the active help of everyone around, adults and children are out of danger.
When he returned home, he was carried into a bed to keep warm. His life was worry-free and he had great fortune. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The man who saved the person was also invited into the house, took off his new soaked New Year's clothes, and the owner took out a set of his own clothes to change into the man. I have repeatedly expressed my gratitude and treated my life as my rebirth of my parents.
From then on, he and this man established a close relationship like father and son, and went to a formal visit every Spring Festival.
Such a relationship lasted for thirty-five years until the man passed away due to illness and he attended the farewell ceremony in the form of a relative. The soul who saved him in this life returned to heaven.
In a blink of an eye, he is forty-four years old.
That summer, I don’t know what happened to the sky. The rain is surprisingly much. I really don’t know which part of the clouds floating in the sky is raining. Anyway, it just goes down, just like the sky leaks.
The ditches on the roadside are already full of water, but there is no more place to discharge the flood.
水 is the most commonly used word for farmers this summer, because they have tried every means to drain water from the ground, but they still only see their crops soaked in the water and gradually turn yellow.
He is a big grain grower nearby and a famous ginger grower. That morning, he was still the same. After getting up, he went to the ginger field outside the village. This is a habit he developed for many years, because he needs to master the first-hand information of ginger field .
No one knows what happened that morning?
After more than an hour, his wife prepared breakfast and waited for him to come back to eat. He was not seen. This is something they have never seen before, because their work has been arranged today long ago and they have to go to work after breakfast.
So, his wife came from home all the way.
On the ginger ground in his house, his wife found him and saw him lying in his house, but there was water there. He lay quietly in the water and had no vital signs.
He left, quietly leaving without leaving a few words in the world, and quietly returned to heaven in the puddle.
This year, he was forty-four years old. It has been forty years since he took the initiative to jump into the pond and was rescued.
This time, he did not have the same good luck as he was when he was four years old, but eventually drowned.
After his funeral was handled, familiar people around him said: This is a life that he had borrowed from God forty years. When the time limit comes, God took his life back.
We often claim to be materialists and do not believe in any theory of gods and ghosts, but there are some things that cannot be explained cognitively, so we have to classify them as words such as "destiny" and "destiny".
For example, in the story, his life was to be swept "water". He was successfully rescued forty years ago. Forty years later, it was still those "waters" that took him away.
If there is no argument about God, how should his fate be explained? How to crack the journey of fate like
and how should we view it?
