In a tranquil Taoist temple, there lives a young Taoist priest. One of his daily duties is to sweep the fallen leaves in the Taoist temple. Those golden and reddish leaves are like letters from nature, falling with the breeze and covering the paths and courtyards of the Taoist temple. The young Taoist priest always waves his broom earnestly and diligently, gathering the leaves one by one....
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