There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Luzhai, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
On the empty mountain, I can't see anyone, but I can hear someone occasionally.
The afterglow of the sunset shines into the dense forest and reflects on the green moss.
Comment on Luzhai This poem depicts the quiet scenery of empty mountains and deep forests near Chai Lu in the evening. The beauty of poetry is that it is dynamic and static, local and global, fresh and natural, unpretentious. Put pen to paper to write about the lonely place of the empty mountain, and then smell it with Dan, attracting people's voices. The more empty the valley, the more empty it is; After human language, the more empty it is. Finally, I wrote some reflections of the sunset, which triggered a feeling of darkness.