Bodhi Mountain

　　 A peak emerges where celestial light converges on the horizon; Its summit’s splendid aura stirs the river and the pass. Clouds like teeth, washed by rain, remain cool and green; Stone strands comb the blue, aging yet still unblemished. Riding forth through mist to seek the scenic traces, Divining dragons at the watershed to cleanse the dust from one’s face. A lofty name deserves to echo through the ages, Why must it reside solely within the two words of Buddhism?

　　 In the sky’s edge, gathered light forms a mountain; At the mountain’s peak, fine air stirs the river and the pass.

　　 Clouds like teeth, rinsed by rain, stay cold yet green; Stone tufts comb the blue, old but not yet stained.

　　 Spurring the horse through mist to seek the storied site, Tracking the dragon at the watershed to wash the dusty face.

　　 A noble name surely deserves to last for a thousand autumns, Why must it lie confined within the two words of monasticism?

　　 A Ming Dynasty monk named Dazhi cast an iron pillar over 16 meters long, erected it atop the peak, and lit a lamp on it. At night, the light radiated in all directions and could be seen from far and near. The verse “A single lamp on Bodhi Mountain” has been widely known among locals, young and old, to this day. Though the lamp pillar has long since disappeared, the place name “Lamp Pole Fort” still remains.

　　 During the Republican era, the forests of Bodhi Mountain were almost entirely cut down. After the liberation, the fortress and temple were demolished, and the Bodhi Mountain Horticultural Farm was established, turning the area into a flowery, fruitful mountain with road access. The mountain is now covered with fruit trees providing shade, fragrant blossoms, and birdsong, remaining a scenic highlight of the region.