The mountain wind blows, and the locust leaves and maple leaves fall on the stone steps, as if ten years have been neatly stored in the morning bell and evening drum of Qingyun Temple. The youth of six young people began to turn here, and continues here in another way - some are shining in the world, and some are guarding purity in the temple. However, they always remember the two months that six bald young people spent in Qingyun Temple that summer. They remember each other's agreement and the friendship that grew out of Zen and will never fade.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
