母亲有一块开了光的佛牌,长方形,正面观音,反面是“般若波罗蜜多心经”。是她走在街上,遇上云游的和尚,捐了一颗“向佛的心”得来的。那是母亲的宝贝,总是捧在手心里。“罪过,罪过,阿弥陀佛。”母亲在呢喃。一罪过,罪过,阿弥陀佛。每当看到我们,她就这样说着。罪过,罪过,我们是 The mother has a Buddha card that has been opened, rectangular, and a frontal Guanyin. On the contrary, it is a “prajna Paramita.” It was she who was walking in the street and met a monk who had travelled to the temple and donated a “heart to the Buddha”. It was the mother’s baby, always holding it in her hand. “Sin, sin, Amitabha.” Mother whispered. One sin, sin, Amitabha. Whenever she saw us, she said so. Sin, sin, we are