Under a full moon, outside the ancient nunnery, a beautiful girl counted the plum blossoms on the branches. The world was quiet except for the sound of moonlight falling on the ground.
The quiet gray Yingmei Temple exudes an ancient fragrance. The girl caressed the smooth wooden door and gently pushed it open.
Creaking - the wooden door tells a story that has been blown away by the wind with a trembling sound.
Try to write a short story