A thousand years have passed, and the thousandth Christmas has come. My sister and I stood at the head of the Black Mountain ravine, waiting for the appearance of the ancient people and the precious gift. The forest was as dark as the Black Mountain, and the stars in the sky were still so bright, as bright as my sister's eyes, or rather, my sister's jewel-like eyes were even more shining! The sound of distant bells came slowly. When the twelfth bell disappeared, the ancient teacher appeared floating on the top of the Black Mountain. His silver beard and hair hung down in front of us, exuding the ancient atmosphere and the charm of wisdom:
Little white fox, a thousand years of Taoism can win you a wish, just say it and I will wish you a wish in the form of a gift!
We want to become humans and experience life on earth!
OK, very good!
The distant laughter echoed in the night, gradually fading away...
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