The blistering sun of August is overwhelmingly taking over the quiet hill and valley surrounding this old temple with its abundant light and intense heat.
The bluish-green coppered roof of the Buddha hall is glistening in the relentless sun.
The luxuriant summer leaves of trees are absorbing the brilliant sunlight in a rapture of delight.
The deep voices of sutra-chanting are sounding in unison with the ecstatic singing of cicadas.
White feathery clouds are endlessly drifting across the dazzling azure sky.
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