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The blue sky is like washing, and a bright moon hangs high.
Cold light gently sprinkled on this unknown island, and the whole body was immersed in the quiet and soft moonlight.
Every moonlit night in the world is beautiful, but it is not as beautiful as the night on this small island, because it is so beautiful that there are no traces of fireworks in the world. Say it is an island, no one will cry foul for it, it is really small enough.
In addition to an ancient temple with red walls and green tiles and spikes, there is a dense forest around the island, that's all. In foggy days, the ship is sailing. In the fog, everyone will regard it as a chinemys reevesii between ups and downs. Can you say it is not small enough? There are steep cliffs on three sides of the island, only one side, that is, the side facing the ancient temple, has a beach with white sand as silver, shining in the moonlight, and from a distance, it is doubtful that the Milky Way has fallen into the sea.
Now, just between the gate of this ancient temple and the silver beach, there are two people sitting on a stone as smooth as a mirror.
Two people, face to face, sit cross-legged
Two people, one is a monk in cloth and sandals, and the other is an old man in gray pants and jacket.
The monk looks like a middle-aged man, neither fat nor thin, very white, and his skin is almost blown to pieces. One hand and ten fingers are not only white and slender, but also like roots. ...