I seem to have read a poem a long time ago, which said that the sun shone into the pine forest and there was a temple at the end of the forest path.

Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple

[Author] Chang Jian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. Everything here is silent, but so is the rest of the clock.

Translation:

Walking into this ancient temple early in the morning, the rising sun reflected the Woods on the mountain.

The path hidden by bamboo forest leads to the depths, and the flowers and trees before and after the meditation room are lush and colorful.

Bright mountain scenery makes birds happier, and the clear pool water makes people feel relaxed and happy.

At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.