它们静静地躺着,看苍穹之上云卷云舒,日升月落,风雨变幻;倾听着清风吹过山峦,惊动了那些翠绿的枝叶;感受着季节的更替和嬗变,俗世的喧嚣和繁华。云雾氤氲、香火缭绕的青山绿水中,传来阵阵悠远、清澈的钟声,濯洗着大地上所有感应的心灵。然而,它们依然无声无息,丝毫不为这人间的天籁所感动。 They lie quietly, watching the cloud sky above the sky, rising as the moon sets, changing wind and rain; listening to the breeze blowing through the mountains, alerted those green branches and leaves; feel the seasons of change and evolution, earthly hustle and bustle bustling. Misty clouds, incense surrounded by green mountains and rivers, came bursts of distant, clear bells, 濯 wash all the minds of the earth. However, they are still silent, not touched by the sounds of nature in this world.