This world deprived of technology and tall buildings still has spirituality. This is what my good friend Han Xiaomo has experienced. She told me such a story. She said: “Please don’t treat this story as just an incredible experience. This is my unforgettable memory.” The following is what she said to me personally. I wrote it down:
“That was when I was four or five years old. Although my memory is very hazy, those things are still fresh. The general content is like this.
It was almost late autumn, and I was at my grandma’s house. Grandma’s house is surrounded by mountains. Of course, late autumn is a harvest day. My grandma, aunts and sisters went up the mountain to pick some local wild vegetables. The most beautiful thing is the mountain bag rice. The mountain bag rice is not corn, but a plant that looks like a wheat ear. My sisters and I want to pick it. If my sister and I say not to eat it, I bookmark it and put it in the book. There is also a fragrant smell of mountain-bag rice. I was only four or five years old, and I felt that this plant is more magical, so I wanted to find mountain-bag rice crazily under the temptation. I ignored the adult’s discipline, and ran faster than them. , I don’t want people to take away my mountain bag rice.
When I was young, I wouldn’t be afraid to run in such a woods. Now let me go again, of course I won’t I’m going again.
In front of a broken house, I found a mountain rice plant like they were talking about, so I pulled it out without paying attention. It was also found by my grandma, mother and sister. My mother was very angry and said that I was running around here alone. My mother said: “Han Xiaomo, don’t run around. “I was so scared that all the shanbao rice in my hand broke. I cried when the rice was broken, not because my mother scolded me. But I still kept the roots of the shanbao rice. I took it home.< br>c1();
When I got home, I felt very uncomfortable. My mother took me to the hospital, but I couldn’t find out what was wrong. I was just like dreaming. One month has passed, and I’m still not good. The section of mountain bag rice I left inadvertently attracted my mother’s attention, and that section has turned yellow, so my mother asked if my grandma had gotten into something dirty? Because of my mother. Grandma was still quite superstitious at the time. Grandma asked my aunt and asked someone to check it out. Xiao Mo has always been good.
My mother and aunt took me to a mage’s house, Daxian said There seemed to be a fierce look in my eyes, which was not normal, so my mother gave the mage to the mage. My mother told the mage that she had gone up the mountain some time ago. The mage asked her if she called my name on the mountain. , And made it clear about the environment in which the rice was collected at the time. My mother told the mage about everything about the broken house. He heard from the master that it seemed that there was something dirty in the broken house. I followed my mother and called my name into the mountain. , Went home with me. The mage asked my mother to hold the shanbao rice upside down and dipped it in white wine, the dirty thing could not enter the house., the mage told my mother what happened, I was confused