Along the way to Yongguantang. There were murmuring streams all the way. In the evening, when the monks in the monastery had their evening classes, accompanied by the waking bell, a melodious chant of Sanskrit sounded. At this moment, surrounded by mountains, it is more meaningful. From the stone bridge in the outdoor courtyard, the lake is clear and the sky is blue. A pair of water birds like mandarin ducks are playing, flying for a short time from time to time, which is quite interesting.