廬山記 4.122

4.122

At Stone Gate there is no old path; / Parting the brambles, I search for the remaining traces. / It happens to be autumn among mountains and waters; / The pure radiance is just as in ancient times. / I have heard that Huiyuan and his companions / Inscribed poems on this cliff wall. / Clouds conceal it, moss has sealed it; / All is azure-dark, with nothing to be found. / Sparse and desolate are the wild bamboos; / Crumbled and peeled are the stones of many years. / Ever since the Eastern Jin, / No one has traveled here again. / There is only the sound of the autumn stream, / Murmuring in vain from dawn to dusk.