Buddhism regards the shaving of hair as one of the symbols of taking monastic vows and revealing the pure appearance of monks and nuns, hence hair is referred to as "strings of vexation."
The old woman spoke of the past, still with joy in her voice.
But now, her once black hair had turned to frost.
The fragrant grass once flourished, but now the years are in their twilight.
"When I was gathering the Spirit Silk, he descended from the heavens. His smile was warm, his looks handsome. He said, 'Miss…'"
"Miss…"
The old woman chewed on the word, looking at her own thin and wrinkled hands, suddenly fell silent.
All the regrets, the melancholy, the unforgettable, and the reluctance rested in this silence.
Eventually, she skipped all the stories: "Later, he settled down here. He was wise and decisive, surpassing all men in this world. He found the reborn Divine Dragon Wood, he helped us with the last migration. It was also him who found a way to deal with Yan Xiao."
