廬山記 4.166

4.166

Murmuring are the waters of the Three Gorges; / Vast and billowy is the marsh of ten thousand acres. / Yet they are not like the surface of this new pond, / Where a gentle breeze stirs ripples. / Little duckweed drifts freely; / Fresh cattails grow lush and full. / Red carps of two or three inches; / White lotuses on eight or nine stalks. / Circling the water, a path is about to form; / Guarding the dyke, a fence has just been inserted. / Already the mountain guests / Have called it 'the Pond of the Bai Family.'