鐔津文集 17.44

17.44

Weary of seeing the clamor of the human realm, / On pure journeys I recall magical Yue. / Southeast are tens of thousands of mountains; / Floating azure fills the vast void. / Ever a scene within a mirror, / Its landscape is peerless in the human world. / The moon is clear at Goose-Exchange Creek; / Clouds rise from the Book-Hiding Cavern. / The traveler is like tumbling tumbleweed, / Suddenly parted from old friends. / Before a letter could be exchanged, / The fragrant herbs were already said to have withered. / What I grieve over is the hardship of the road, / Where every movement damages one's reputation and integrity. / The calling wild geese are about to fly east; / I send my words to thank the bright moon.