A sense of fate + a sense of fragmentation, a million kinds of loneliness converge here

A single-eave hanging mountain top, Cylindrical tile roof, Receiving the low hum from the sky. Loneliness, a million kinds of loneliness, It is the Nanliu Taishan Temple. No walls, No mountain gate, Empty and vast. It is the symbol of all wandering, seeking, and homesickness, Yet stubbornly hangs between time and eternity. ♥️ A visit is not easy, only accessible by self-driving. Hard to find. Directly navigate to Nanliu Village, ask locals, cross the fields, by the crops drying on the roadside (because really few people walk this road). You can fly a drone, it's super beautiful from high above, with a strong sense of fate.