The weather was a little cold, maybe because it had rained. There was a freshness in the air that comes after rain. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the distant mountain top, and the sky seems to be mixed with golden red and gray. The scenery is almost beautiful.
The unknown wildflowers beside the rockery outside Baiyun Temple are in full bloom again, and their purple-blue petals are like morning stars in the night sky. Flowers bloom for one season and wither for another year. The Taoist priest beat the wooden fish and recited scriptures. The sky was a little gray and it seemed to be raining again. The Taoist priest stood up and took out an umbrella from the meditation room. He looked at the misty rain outside the city, and his thoughts had long gone.
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