In a Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple, the poem describing the quiet environment and eliminating popular ideas in people's hearts is: birds and flowers are singing here, and people's hearts touch the tranquility of the pool. Later generations described the scenery here as beautiful and philosophical according to the idiom "winding path leads to seclusion".

The first batch of empty birds here came alive in the mountain light, and people's thoughts touched peace in the pond.

In the second empty space, my road twists and turns through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat.