A buddhist retreat behind broken-mountian temple – Chang Jian

In the pure morning, near the old temple,
Where early sunlight points the tree-tops,
My path has wound, through a sheltered hollow
Of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here birds are alive with mountain-light,
And the mind of man touches peace in a pool,
And a thousand sounds are quieted
By the breathing of a temple-bell.

题破山寺后禅院

清晨入古寺， 初日照高林。
曲径通幽处， 禅房花木深。
山光悦鸟性， 潭影空人心。
万籁此俱寂， 惟余钟磬音。