Ancient times shine thousands of miles this month; Looking for Zen sounds in the empty mountain ancient temple. Wind chimes are hung on the eaves, and millions of people are listening.

Generally speaking, in an empty ancient temple, the moon is high in the sky. I stand here and vaguely hear the voice of meditation. This bright moon also seems to connect ancient and modern times. The wind chimes in the corner are ringing with the night wind, but who can understand this temple, this jurisprudence, this Zen and loneliness?