May 9th.
Chenxi just appeared, as if a young painter were unfolding the first splendid scroll across the eastern horizon with his delicate brushstrokes.
Morning glow woven like fabric.
A vibrant display of nature's vitality and spirit.
Strands of morning light pierced through the light purple smoke swirling above the incense burner, like a silversmith's needles precisely adorning the plaques in front of the ancient hall.
The golden brilliance and the old wood grain set each other off, adding a touch of the sacred and the elegant to this tranquil scene.
As the first rays of sun gently embraced the rolling distant mountains, the light smoke surrounding the incense burner also began to dissolve into the breeze.
Like a dreamlike morning melody, announcing the quiet awakening of a new day.
Xi'an, Qingfeng Temple.
In the quiet courtyard.
