作者:王维: 鹿柴 Deer-Park Hermitage 空山不见人There seems to be no one on the empty mountain. 但闻人语响And yet I think I hear a voice, 返景入深林Where sunlight,entering a grove, 复照青苔上Shines back to me from the green moss.
Human sounding is echoing in the capacity of spaccious hill bosom but without seeing the human body;glimmering shivering on the moss is the reflection of golden sunshine shooting into the thick trees in the sunsetting.