As a Zen disciple, the poet went to Ji Yun Temple to visit a monk. The temple is located at the top of the mountain, surrounded by white clouds, with a winding path leading to a secluded place. The mountain road is covered with moss. There are fallen leaves in the Woods on both sides. Several deer are running and playing in the forest, stepping on the fallen leaves and making a "country" sound. I don't know how long it took, but the poet finally saw the temple and walked into it. He sprayed a perfume into his nostrils, which was quiet and elegant. In the sound of wooden fish, the poet entered a mysterious Zen kingdom, and all secular problems were forgotten.
Judging from the whole poem, the combination of beauty and Zen created an extremely elegant atmosphere, and after reading it, my heart calmed down. At the same time, with the arrival of the sun dew in the cold period, the autumn frost condenses at midnight and the maple leaves turn red. Appreciating the red leaves in autumn is a great pleasure for people. For centuries, while appreciating the red leaves, scholars have created many famous works with poetic flavor.
Nietzsche said that not dancing every day is a betrayal of life. Similarly, every day that I haven't read poetry is a betrayal of poetry. If you're not ready.