Suddenly I remembered a TV series I watched with my mother, The Legend of Dragon Slayer, starring Ma Jingtao. My mother liked the role of Zhang Wuji very much. I remember discussing the plot of the TV series with me, talking about how bad Zhou Zhiruo was, and the complicated emotional entanglements between Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min. We also discussed who was the better actor and which one was better. How did the characters perform, etc., but I can’t remember where we watched the TV series together, Shanghai or Wuxi, or which year. I just remember watching many episodes together, two episodes every night, broadcast on the TV station, until we watched the finale, and then we ate the supper cooked in the kitchen and talked about the finale together.
Now that I think about it, these are all happy times. Just like what Gyatso Living Buddha wrote in "Everything is the Best Arrangement", when you have peace of mind and a peaceful mind, happiness is within your reach. Yes, the happiness at that time was indeed within reach, but I didn't recognize it or feel it.
It’s heartwarming to recall the clips of watching the same drama with my mother at that time. I just want to remember more of the memories of watching the show together in those days, but I can’t remember other clips. Suddenly I feel sad. Sometimes what I fear most is forgetting my loved ones. I am afraid that one day I will not be able to recall many things about my mother, and then the real loss will be.
So now I think of something and write it down no matter what it is.