鐔津文集 17.38

17.38

The empty void clears the distant smoke; / The post-rain hues embrace the autumn scenery. / Thinking of you, I constantly linger; / Fixing my eyes on the summit of a thousand peaks (fixing my eyes is also written as wandering alone). / The bright moon begins to become fully round; / It can illuminate the shadow of the fair one. / Will the fair one come or not? / Clouds and rosy mists drift distantly over forest and ridge.