Poetry about silence

"Writing Huai" Shao Song put forward an ancient temple that was clumsy, silent and depressed. There is nothing to be ashamed of in the center. There is leisure in the world. Dreaming of gulls fishing for snow, bells ringing up the hill. Wandering around, getting familiar with it, laughing hard. Flowers in the rain are slow. Poet: Ji Yichao: In the mountains under the Yuan forest, there are people and streets everywhere, and the sky is wandering in the dark. It is not allowed to increase the slightest loss, and there is nothing left.