In thousands of miles of the green mountains
wild geese are flying in the sky transversely
layers of trees in the mountains turning red as if they have been dyed
they are like flags
the cold is coming
For a thousand autumns
the Sishui Water and the Hongqiao Bridge lock the bank
the spring breeze slows down
all the poets chant poems breaking willow branches
Asking Zen in the Western Sky
the path winds along mountain ridges
Brother Monkey inspires himself
in the autumn frost, the maple leaves are outstanding
Burning incense in the temple
gold in clay sculpture
my Buddha is speechless
the sprays bathing in the moonlight and the sea flying silks