群山为幕,古建为诗。沿石阶拾级而上,看红墙黛瓦嵌在青山间,风里都是香火与草木的味道。
Mountains as curtain, old temples as verse.
Wander up stone stairs, red walls hide in green peaks, wind breathes incense and foliage.
Near the sea stands a luminous tree.
It turns a whole year’s sunlight into bright golden leaves.
Summer’s loveliest glow rests on the boughs, and lingers in my soul.
盘龙环古阁,山水伴禅钟,世间浮躁,都被这满亭龙气抚平。
Dragons wind around the ancient pavilion, mountains and waters echo with temple bells. All worldly restlessness fades away here.
I traveled to Guoqing Temple at Tiantai Mountain by myself in the rainy season.
Nature can recharge your spirit. It doesn’t lecture you. As long as you stay there, the wind carries away all distractions and worries.
古桥卧波,四重倒影,皆是时光的温柔馈赠,亦是心灵的归处。
The ancient bridge lies across the waves, casting four layers of reflections. All are gentle gifts bestowed by time, and a haven for the soul.