鐔津文集 17.56

17.56

Gracefully erect, reflecting the evening light; / Pure and bright, emerging above the forest edge. / The little garden joins the pale clouds; / A solitary bloom braves the snow's cold. / In the mortal world it is not yet seen at all; / Beyond worldly things it is first to be beheld. / One only wishes to liken it to fine jade; / How could it be surpassed by the tree peony?