鐔津文集 18.15

18.15

The hermitage stands beneath a thousand pines and laurels; / no worldly affairs whatsoever reach you, sir. / In lofty wandering, you rarely pass the ravine where gibbons are called; / in quiet contemplation, you only watch the clouds embracing the rocks. / At dusk as we sit, bird shadows gather; / the snow clears along the bank, where path lines divide. / Yang Xiong has urged that I must come lodge for the night; / in the moonlight after Chan, I am timid to discuss literature.