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The soft sunset passes through the window lattice and shines on the Buddhist niche one by one. Like someone's slender jade fingers, trying to wipe away the seemingly non-existent dust. In the golden sunshine, the originally smoky Buddhist niches looked even more mysterious and solemn. The lights of the butter lamps danced and shimmered in the setting sun, forming countless yellow and white haloes, as if the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas really existed and emitted the light of wisdom and compassion. The rays of light climbed up to the other Buddhist niches and fell on the bright butter flowers. The light suddenly became extremely light, for fear of damaging the pure and holy flower. Old man Tashi sat cross-legged on the plush card mat, playing with the bowl of butter in his hand intently. For many years, in addition to running his small shop, he kept pinching butter flowers of various colors. It seems that one day, he will finally knead that lump of butter into silver and gold ingots.
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