廬山記 4.187

4.187

The Cloud Abbey lies north of this mountain; / holding hands with you has been rare. / At the edge of the woods, I cross transverse streams; / at the mouth of the cavern, I enter the slanting glow. / Suddenly I sense that the luan-birds and cranes are near; / abruptly they fly away into the mist and vapors. / My old friend is a pure and harmonious guest, / silently attuning to the subtleties of the zither's heart. / Fortunately, the cinnabar arts may be transmitted; / the Azure Dragon shall return. / The lingering wishes of a lifetime / this day again turn contrary.