廬山記 4.202

4.202

Having just entered the Mysterious Capital, my melancholy is dispelled; / accompanied by a feathered immortal, I roam all around. / A stream traverses the cavern mouth, cutting off red dust; / the peak towers at the center of heaven, its purple vapor high. / The Golden Well's spring in autumn shimmers with radiance; / the stone altar's pines are ancient, their melody soughing and rustling. / After chanting, I sigh in turn over the affairs of floating life; / painting […] […] […] […] […] […].