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When I mention a temple, I always think of the bells of the Buddhist temple, but I only love the green ripples in the temple and the rain on the stone bridge, like a spring of tears for 500 years.
When I met a group of pilgrims, I knew that people's beliefs had been imprisoned by interests, and they felt infinite sadness in their hearts. The dripping rain added to the beauty of the fallen flowers, and Ruman's branches bowed to it.
Walking in this flower forest again, I suddenly saw a pool in the clear lake. In the sunset, the soft waves of the lake drove away a lot of sadness. I think, on weekdays, under the dim light, the scenery of the lake is another beautiful scenery. As Ms. Bing Xin wrote, cold gives birth to autumn water, and the thoughts of philosophers should be as warm as this cold scene.
A little far-fetched! Pay attention. The last sentence, cold begets autumn water, I'm not sure if I can use it like this.