The word 'on the shelf' popped up in the mobile phone reminder, and it was only then that I reacted, it was tomorrow's thing.

Recall that apart from painting, it seems that I have not been so committed to one thing except painting. For a while, I was in obsessive-compulsive disorder, tangled disorder, and detail control...... A state of simultaneous seizures.

However, the ideal is always grand, and the reality is never as small as dust.

At the beginning of the month, I went back to Nanjing and went to Dabao'en Temple. The weather was particularly good that day, and the visitors came and went down the glass pagoda, and many girls wore elegant and gorgeous Hanfu, passing by, and it was easy to have the idea of crossing.

I invited a docent, and a beautiful young girl walked side by side with me all the way, chatting eloquently. There are so many stories about the Pagoda of Retribution, so much so that as an indigenous Nanjingite, I can't stop being surprised, admiring, and choking at those who have lost their lives in the dust.

Naturally, the tower is no longer the tower of the past.

At that time, the tower body was veneered with white porcelain, and the arches, eaves, bucket arches, flat seats, and railings were all five-color colored glass. The top of the brake is inlaid with gold and silver jewelry. One hundred and fifty-two wind chimes are hung under the corner beams, which sound day and night, and the sound is heard for several miles. Since the date of completion, one hundred and forty lamps of the Changming Pagoda have been burned, which are brilliant and bright day and night. The inner wall of the tower is covered with Buddhist shrines......

Nowadays, there are only yellow rammed earth foundations, ancient multicolored glazed components, inscriptions, relics stone letters, and the Seven Treasures Ashoka Pagoda...... It was the truth of 600 years ago.

The tower body of the colorful glazed can not be restored, the reason is very simple, the ancient method has been lost, and now the top glaze factory can not burn a piece of glaze.

When she said this, the narrator girl was full of regret. Naturally, the listener is also regretful and suffocating. But at that moment, I suddenly figured out something.

Whatever the original intention, the past cannot be replicated.

The so-called truth is always only in the moment.

Far away......

As long as I live, I will continue to write.

Dividing line ~~

Thanks to those who have been watching, who have been here, and who have stayed occasionally.

Written like this, you don't want to break the bank anymore, I'm ashamed.

My eyesight and energy are limited, and then it is also an unstable and updated state, so I hope to understand.

Good afternoon~

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