The Qiqishan Temple is dimly illuminated, and the sound of wooden fish invades the courtyard wall.
The stars are gradually leaving, and the Zen words are saying that the sky is bright.
Bodhi flowers are blooming and Bodhi is blooming, floating clouds are floating in the sky in the distance.
Spring comes and goes, spring comes and goes, one death and one result in life.
Postscript
Two ancient poems from several years ago.
During a certain period of time at that time, I felt that I was in tune with this rhythm, and I wrote many similar ancient poems. But as I started writing, I lost interest, and the words and fantasies were always the same. So I later turned to modern poetry writing.