The sound of birdsong.

The early morning of the temple comes to the sound of birdsong.

The gentle and crisp birdsong makes the temple seem particularly quiet in the early morning; The red walls and yellow tiles look solemn and simple in the morning light; The distant mountains and towers are unusually solemn and tidy in the morning light; Flocks of birds and finches walk freely among the pines and cypresses...... The morning at the temple is so beautiful.

The sun was lazily rising.

The warm autumn sun sprinkled softly on my body and warmed my heart.

"You say, why do people eat?" The old man asked me after going to the morning hall.

"Because people have to live!" I blurted out.

"Yes," said the old man affirmed, "the purpose of eating."

"If You Love Me, Please Be in Beijing" Chapter 371 Inside the big liao, the porridge in the bowl is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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