20061October 12, Yuanfeng undressed at night, went home in the moonlight and set off happily. Those happy people who got nothing went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin.
Huaimin didn't sleep and walked in the atrium.
The courtyard is as empty as water, and the algae and grass in the water are intertwined and covered with bamboo and cypress.
What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? But few idle people are like me!
Poet Wang Wei's My Seclusion in Zhongnanshan
My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Come and go alone, in beauty, that is everything to me.
I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.
One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back.
This poem does not describe the specific mountain scenery, but focuses on the carefree mood of the poet when he lives in seclusion in the mountains.