After dinner, I sat leisurely on a wicker chair and gazed into the distance. The summer setting sun's nostalgia for the human world becomes more and more lingering, and it insists on burning out the last ray of light to compete with the crescent moon. The colorful clouds in the distance are as beautiful as the sky, showing a beautiful brilliance in relative stillness, embedded in the sky, with a slightly abstract mood. A flock of pigeons in the vicinity circle back low, flutter their wings, chirp, and soar high, adding rhythm and movement to the dusk. It is quite like the samadhi of "the setting clouds and the solitary owl flying together".
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