鐔津文集 18.11

18.11

The superior one should naturally stir his forest mood; / I regret my frail delay, modeling myself on Xie An. / Donning clogs and wielding a cane, how could there be any limit? / Blowing clouds and shedding rain, it falls idly without cause. / Relying first on the reported message that spring branches have broken into bloom, / anticipating our dividing themes where the snowy lodge is cold. / In the forest unacquainted with the bitterness of the mortal world, / with a laugh I offer my graying temples for you to see.