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In the early morning of spring, when my mother opened the door and looked up at the sky, she saw colorful clouds floating on the top of Damiao Mountain. The glow filled the top of Damiao Mountain brilliantly. A pair of larks flew diagonally over the dense tallow trees on the mountain ridge and landed on the thousand-year-old cypress and redbud trees in front of the ancient temple. My mother suddenly became happy. She smiled and said, "What a great day." The mother's face looked even more charming under the glow of the glow. My mother is preparing to go up the mountain to offer incense. As soon as they finished eating, my mother led Zhuer up the mountain. The temple is not far from home, the straight-line distance is only four or five miles. But the mountain road is rugged, and the journey is detoured as soon as you enter and exit, and you have to walk for a while. The sedan chair can only stop in front of the mountain gate, and people have to climb up the stairs. It was the beginning of spring and there were many pilgrims coming and going.