鐔津文集 17.86

17.86

Worldly affairs revolve like a ring; / Right and wrong can never be exhausted. / I envy your return to the deep mountains, / Letting others mock it as lesser reclusion. / The yellow crane has already soared high; / The white clouds depart, by no means near. / The sounds of Heaven return to silence; / Upon which peak will you pluck your clear strings?