A poem describing a temple

Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple

Changjian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

There is silence here except for the bell.

Night tour of Chengtian Temple

Su Shi

Genpox, on the night of October 12, 2006, took off his clothes and went to bed. He just saw the moonlight on the door and got up happily for a walk. Those who have nothing to do go to Chengtian Temple, look for Zhang Huaimin, stay awake with people and stroll in the atrium.

In the moonlight, the courtyard is full of clear water, as clear as clear water. The algae and shepherd's purse in the water are the shadows of bamboo and cypress.

Where there is no moon at night, there are no pines and cypresses, but there are few idle people like me.