深秋的红日,带着些许慵懒,大半个身子藏在云霞里。水泥地上,光影斑驳。外婆携着满眼惊诧的我疾步踏入庙里。迎面是一青铜鼎,鼎中插满红色的香烛,青烟袅袅升腾,消失在半空。鼎边不远处,一个身披袈裟的和尚,闭着双眼,一手捻着楠木念珠,一手五指合拢,竖在胸前,嘴里念念有词。我惊奇地四处张望,看那些虔诚的男男女女进进出出,看不远处小僧挑着盛满水的木桶 Autumn red, with a little lazy, most of the body hidden in clouds. Concrete floor, light mottled. Grandmother carrying eyes full of surprise I quickly entered the temple. The face is a bronze tripod, tripod filled with red incense, smoke curl up, disappear in the air. Dingbian not far away, a monk wearing a shy, closed his eyes, one hand Nanmu rosary beads, one hand five fingers closed, erected on his chest, his mouth remembered. I looked around in amazement, looking at those devout men and women entering and leaving, not far from the monk to pick up a bucket full of water