The bright moon shines thousands of miles in ancient and modern times; Looking for Zen sound in the ancient temple of empty mountain. The wind chimes hang in the corner of the eaves, and there is no o

The bright moon shines thousands of miles in ancient and modern times; Looking for Zen sound in the ancient temple of empty mountain. The wind chimes hang in the corner of the eaves, and there is no one to listen to them. the meaning of This poem is about fahai temple, and it's about feeling that a bosom friend is hard to find.

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