After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.
I don’t know Xiangji Temple, but I can reach Yunfeng within a few miles.
The ancient trees are untouched, and there are no clocks in the mountains.