I happily came to the temple in Xishan to stay. Its environment is quiet and lonely, which suits my state of mind very well.
There are green old pines all along the road. In the middle of the night, there was silence; only the rain and snow kept falling, and the snow must have been deep.
The faint sound of monks talking in the thatched cottage gradually disappeared at this time; the slow and long sound of bells and chimes came from Yunge.
It's a shame that I can't live here forever. When it gets bright, I'll go take a look at the scenery here.
This is a very late reply. I wonder if I can still help you.