廬山記 4.172

4.172

At dawn I chanted poems of roaming with the immortals; / at dusk I sang songs of gathering ferns. / Reclining on clouds and sitting on white rocks, / I lodged fifteen nights in the mountains. / Walking, I follow the water emerging from the cavern; / turning, I part from the bamboos climbing along the crags. / Sooner or later I shall return to roam again; / my heart's hope rests with the jasper grass.