This is a Buddhist retreat built behind the Broken Mountain Temple in the Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
Translation:
I entered this ancient temple in the morning, and the rising sun shone on the mountain forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the meditation room is hidden among lush flowers and trees.
Beautiful scenery in the mountains, birds singing more happily, the water in the pool is empty, and taking pictures of the beach makes people's thoughts disappear.
At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.
Poetry appreciation
This poem is about Buddhist temples, expressing the author's seclusion of forgetting the secular world and expressing his feelings for mountains and rivers.
"In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops", and the poet climbed the broken mountain and entered Kofukuji in the early morning. At this time, the rising sun in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, rose and the sun shone on the mountains. The poet didn't say "deep forest", but said "high forest", a word full of Zen, which secretly praised Buddhist temples and set off a mysterious and profound artistic conception full of Zen.
"The bamboo path is secluded, the branches and flowers are shaded, and there is a meditation room." The poet walked through the path between bamboo forests in the temple and went deep into the backyard, and saw the meditation room in the depths of flowers and trees. "Bamboo Path" and "Zen Room" are noble things, and "quietness" and "depth" set off a quiet atmosphere.
The poet looked up at the green hills behind the temple and said, "The mountains and birds fly here, and the people in the pool are calm." Under the sunshine, they become more and more vibrant, and birds fly and sing freely in the sky. When I walked to the pool, I saw that the water was clear, reflecting the surrounding scenery and my own figure. Looking at the empty reflection in the water, all other thoughts in my heart suddenly vanished.
"A thousand sounds are quiet, but the bell rings". The poet is standing quietly by the pool at the moment, and all the sounds around him seem to have disappeared, except for the bell in the ancient temple, which makes a melodious and resonant Buddha sound, leading people into the ethereal and pure realm. Poets appreciate the beautiful scenery and forget the artistic conception of the world, all of which show the interest of isolation from the world.