鐔津文集 18.21

18.21

The poetic hero He Xun lodges behind the crag's door; / high and low poetic quality is weighed through the dawn. / We never noticed that before the window no moon arrived; / only startled that above the mats a wind arose. / Xi Chao in his youth visited all lofty recluses; / Zhuangzi, with towering talent, did not approach fame. / Tomorrow when you return and the person departs, / do not compare Pingshu to an empty reputation.