Poetry describing the silence in the mountains

The poem describing "silence in the mountains" is as follows:

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. -Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain"

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu.

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. -Tang Dynasty poet Wei Xixi Chuzhou.

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. -Chang Jian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, The Zen Forest after the Broken Mountain Temple.

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Wang Ji, a poet of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, "If you are in Xi"

First, the birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

Birds fly high without a shadow, and lonely clouds go alone for fun. You look at me and I look at you. They don't hate each other. It's just me and Jingting Mountain ahead.

Second, sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.

Original poem: Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

With the gentle breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

Third, the solitary grass is born by the river, and there are orioles singing on the trees.

I like the quiet grass growing by the stream and the orioles singing in the deep forest.

Original poem: pity the grass, there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Fourth, in the 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.

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.

Original poem: In the 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. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

Five, cicadas make the forest quiet, Tonggong Mountain more secluded.

Cicadas sing loudly, but the forest is extraordinarily quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual.

Original poem: Why is it so wide? Empty water * * * leisurely. Yin Xia gave birth to a distant cave. The sunny scenery is back. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. This place is getting more and more attractive. I have been very sad and tired these years.