1. "Farewell to Master Fangwai"
Author Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty
How can the lonely clouds and wild cranes live in the human world.
Momai Wozhou Mountain was known to people at that time.
Translation
You are a wandering monk like a lonely cloud and a wild crane. How can you live and stay in the human world? If you want to go into seclusion, please don't buy the famous mountain of Wozhou. It is a place that the world has known for a long time.
2. "Sushan Temple"
Author Jia Dao, Tang Dynasty
All the buildings are cold, and the fine houses are divided here. Meteors penetrate the sparse trees, and the moon moves retrograde through the clouds.
There are few people coming to the top, and there are no crowds of tall pines and cranes. A monk is eighty years old and has never heard of worldly affairs.
Translation
The towering peaks are freezing cold, and a Buddhist temple stands on the top of the mountain. The sparse trees leaked a few starlight, and the moon hurried forward against the moving clouds.
There are very few people coming to the top of the mountain, and the pines stand out like chickens in the forest. An old monk who was over eighty years old had never heard of what was happening in the world.
3. "Night Walk on the Xijiang River"
Author Zhang Jiuling, Tang Dynasty
Where are the people in the distant night? I am walking in the moonlight in the clear pond. The sky is vast and the feeling of hometown is strong.
The outside world is quiet and undisturbed, and the inner flow is peaceful and clear. I want to return to the forest and the leaves are changing, but I am worried about sitting on the dew of Watson.
There are still Tingzhou cranes, which sing at midnight.
Translation
Long night, where is my old friend? Sailing under the blue waves at night and under the moon, the sky and the earth are empty and boundless. The feeling of homesickness is unforgettable. There is no human sadness in the scenery outside, and the clear river water flows freely.
Thinking of homesickness, it has been many springs and autumns since I left home. I sat in the silent night with homesickness, letting the cold dew gradually grow and wet my sleeves. At this time, there was also the white crane on the sandbank in the river. At the break between dark night and dawn, it suddenly screamed, which made people secretly startled.