鐔津文集 18.125

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Dusk's colors are gloomy and somber, snow blending with clouds; / an old friend at this moment stirs his chanting soul. / Mist congeals, fires go cold, ten thousand homes are quiet; / water-hues and mountain-glow are dim throughout the night. / Inspiration stirs: the Jin worthies of antiquity are far away; / poems are transmitted: Xiao Liang's temples still survive up to the present. / Spring returns to the cliff gorges, fragrant trees are many; / I casually wish to invite you from afar to listen to the gibbons together.