The night in the mountains is very quiet, and you can hear your own quiet breathing. Lying in bed, for a moment, I felt like I was floating in the clouds, and I thought, "Who am I?" Where is the land I come from? where am I going? "In a trance. Feel the coolness on the tip of your nose, sleep quietly and have no dreams.
At five o'clock in the morning, before dawn, I went up the mountain. The stars in the night sky are still clear, and the moonlight shines like water on the mountains and everyone. Still quiet, no one speaks, only the solid feeling of every step on the mountain road. Shadows crisscross and figures move. Think of two poems, "If the court is like running water, algae will grow in the water, and bamboo and cypress will cover it." What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? But few idle people are like us. "Halfway through the line, the gurgling sound of running water sounded, and the clear spring flowed in Shan Ye and in my heart with the moonlight. From the hall at the top of the mountain, a detailed and solemn chanting came gradually.