Russian churches are very common. During this period of time in Russia, I don't know how many churches I have passed. Once I passed a very ancient church, half-hidden the door, hesitating to enter. An elderly, bent-over wife just came to me to open the door for her, and let me go in together, put on the headscarf prepared by the church, and was catching up with the worshiping, dressed pasture. The teacher preached in the front, and the choir was singing. Many people, old people with crutches, and children with understanding, were praying while reading the Bible. I stood in the corner, listening to the church bell with awe and feeling the power of faith. Suddenly understand that the church is alive, not only a beautiful building, but also the soul of the sustenance. Later, when walking on the road to a church, they would boldly push the door in. Sometimes, they would stand in the corner and visit the famous Savior's Cathedral. They needed girls to wear headscarves and skirts. Men could not wear shorts. When queuing up, the uncle of the security inspection refused to let anyone who did not conform to the front and back of the door. He looked at me and probably wanted me to wear a yellow skin. Skin people felt the charm of the church and kindly let me in. As soon as I entered the hall of the church, I was shocked by the magnificence of the frescoes carved around me. When I looked up at the frescoes on the dome, I felt as if I was alone in the cathedral, peaceful and peaceful in the embrace of the gods. Whenever I think of it, I feel like standing in that church is a deep impression in my heart. Sometimes, some scenery is just a smoky legend. Sometimes, some scenery only exists in it and suddenly understands ~like a beautiful encounter ~