Once the Laba Festival passes, the New Year is just around the corner.
The bitter cold of winter still lingered in Wuling Town, reluctant to leave. Snow-covered mountains and fields still shimmered with silver under the sun, and the footsteps of spring seemed not far away—though this spring would arrive just a little later than in previous years.
After the Laba Festival, Jincan Temple returned to its former peace. Amid the morning bell and evening drum, the winter monastery, embraced by serpentine snow-capped mountains, appeared even more solemn.
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