鐔津文集 18.113

18.113

I have heard tell that the Western Hermitage is fine, / and I fear you will not return to Tengzhou. / To prolong one's years, pine may be eaten; / to flee the world, grass may be worn. / In the mountain docks, the snow must be billowing; / at the forest edge, plum blossoms too are scarce. / Still I cherish the two Chan elders, / whose fine lines reach my city gate.