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In China's ancient poems, there is often such a picture: the light is falling, the blackbirds are moaning in the distance, and the autumn frost falls on the branches and leaves unconsciously, and in a twinkling, it is everywhere.

Unlucky and ill-fated poets often hear the midnight bell on such an autumn night.

In this world, nine times out of ten people are not satisfied. When they are frustrated, find an ancient temple, let the grand bell soothe the injured soul and give it the gentlest comfort.

A plum tree, a white crane, an ancient temple, an idle person. On the journey of my life, I saw the bleak Lin Hejing away from the hustle and bustle of the world, avoiding the worldly troubles, hiding in the quiet mountains and hearing the grand bells. He found the gentlest comfort of nature in this quiet mountain forest.

Poets in China suffered spiritual hardships in the world of mortals and found peace of soul in the bells of mountains. In the contest between cruel reality and beautiful ideal, these hermits in the depths of the mountains did not lose. They always leave their souls on the peak, standing on the peak that people in the secular world can never climb or even see.

The placated mind will not be calm forever. When the wind blows, the water may ripple. Only truly letting go is the road to eternal security. When frustrated, find a piece of pure land and do something practical, so that the bell of that hurdle can not only appease our injured hearts, but also give it profound enlightenment.

Su Zizhan, who has experienced Wutai poetry, suddenly fell from the peak of his official career to the bottom, looking at the cool breeze and bright moon, listening to the lingering sound, releasing eternal worries. When Fo Yin sighed with emotion, he lamented the moment of my life and envied the infinity of the Yangtze River. When looking for Mei's wife's "thin shadow and faint fragrance", Su Zizhan heard more in the bells of Gushan Temple. The bell rang his heart, shattered his old dreams, but inspired his future.

As a result, a long levee was built on the West Lake, which lasted for thousands of years.

This is a dam for people's well-being, a dam built by China literati's social conscience, and a dam for Su Zizhan to give up his pursuit of fame and gain, return to his nature and return to his true heart in the sound of the ancient bell of Gushan Temple.

As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain. Things have changed, and the situation has changed. The heart is too soft and the ancient temple is too far away. Then, in the face of setbacks, let's calm down and strive for lasting peace of mind.

Occasionally go for a walk in the ancient temple of the soul, and a thousand voices are quiet, only the clock is ringing.