He slowly walked down the ancient temple path step by step.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment,
Boundless sadness condenses under the setting sun on the distant mountains,
That figure gradually dissipated under the layers of high-level buildings.
It seems that the last trace of warmth and souvenirs have been taken away.
Mingxin narrowed her eyes and stood on the high hall,
Neither sad nor happy,
The evening bell of the ancient temple echoed faintly on the way back,
It's time to let go. . . . .
→_→Notes:
1. This article is a short story, written in a beautiful way.
2. CP: King Jin × Monk (Master Mingxin)
3. It will be updated from time to time, so I'm going to be a student party.
4. Mainly entertain yourself and practice your prose writing. Don't take pictures or give negative marks.
5. BE bias, committed to the light sadness of feeling lost, not abusive
6. Create a harmonious society and lay the foundation for a civilized and quality society! !
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