There must be few buildings as beautiful as its facade. There are three doors in a row. Twenty-one emperors wear shrines with old embroidered robes. The huge skylight in the middle is protected by two small transverse windows, as if a priest were accompanied by deacons and assistant deacons. A tall building with hollowed-out flowers supports the heavy ceiling with its thin columns, and finally the two thick black towers and their sloping eaves-partially harmonious and magnificent, arranged every five steps, presented in front of our eyes, although piled up without confusion, there are countless carved portraits, which are very suitable for the solemnity and greatness of all people. It can be said to be a huge stone symphony for all mankind and people. It seems that "Hiriart" and its sister "Emmaus" have merged and dissolved, and the great forces of the whole era have merged into one. On every stone, you can see the masterpiece of the artist's genius, which comes out in thousands of ways. In short, a kind of human creativity is as powerful and rich as God's creativity, as if it has two personalities: truth and eternity. ([France] Hugo: Notre Dame de Paris, p. 139- 140)

The small door suddenly opened and the small church was brightly lit. We can see thousands of big candles burning on the altar. Candles are divided into eight rows with flowers between each row. The fragrant aroma of the purest cigarettes spouted from the temple gate, like a whirlpool of the tide. The new gilded church is very narrow, but very luxurious. Lian noticed that the big candles on the altar were 10 feet and 5 feet high. The girls can't help sighing. The church is an ancient church in the middle ages, which was built of stone because of the kindness of Lord Sorangi. At first, they kept a small church next to the high altar for their own use, and later they kept an underground small church as their tomb cellar. This church is also like the church in Langzhu Moucheng. Its gate is a wide arcade, surrounded by garlands and figurines, with two columns with niches on both sides and a pointed stigma. This door is often seen in a medieval chapel that accidentally survived Calvinism. There are three vertical lines at the top, and the vertical lines are carved with the statue of the Virgin Mary holding the baby Jesus. There are five arches with no openings on both sides, painted with lace, and illuminated by windows embedded with small glass blocks. East of the church. Semi-circular rooms rely on some buttress arches and are also very suitable for cathedrals. The bell tower is covered by a wing of the church. This is a square tower.

([France] Balzac: "Farmers" p. 248)

At dawn, she went to church to pray. How vast and dark this magnificent church looks to her-because of the thick columns, their foundations have been worn away for centuries, and because of the grave-like, corrupt and saltpeter smell, how does this church look different from the church in Paris? There is a candle burning in a corner behind the I-beam. A woman kneels in front of the candle and prays. The faint flame disappears in those empty vaults ... so she suddenly finds herself. When she was very young, on the winter morning, she was taken to Pampaul's church for the first mass, which made her feel sad and scared.

([France] Rorty: Fisherman in Iceland, pp. 25-26)

This is an ancient haunted place. This church was built hundreds of years ago, and there was once a buddhist nun or monastery attached to it. Because of the broken arches, the remnants of bay windows and the black wall still standing there, other parts of the old building are falling apart, mixed with the soil in the cemetery, covered with lush grass, as if they also want a burial place and want to mix their ashes with human bones. Near the ruins of these ancient stone tablets, there are two small houses that have been painstakingly rebuilt in modern times. The doors and windows are sunken and are about to collapse. They are empty and uninhabited.

(Dickens); "Old antique shop" on page 429)

Borrow flowers to offer Buddha. . . . . Unable to verify the source.

Opposite me is a famous church. Blue gray, pale white. There are always all kinds of people looking up at it in the twilight. Its sharp spire penetrates the world. The sharp treetops are intertwined with the dense fog at dusk, and a dark red light blooms. It was the sharp needle that pierced the skin of the angel who leaned down and looked down. The angel was bleeding. I knew then that this was the end of the day. As night falls, dirty stories are lined up and staged in different places at the same time. An angel is a sad bystander. He bleeds at every dusk. After it is completely dark, the dirt on every sinful person will fall down one after another and condense into a black scab, which is the shadow of people. "