鐔津文集 18.23

18.23

Dao'an alone followed in the footsteps of Xiangyang; / fond of poetry, he was disinclined to peek at the appraisals of Zhaozhou. / A few bays of a bamboo hut have lasted several years; / the three robes of coarse grass are his lifelong pride. / Though accompanying you in the forest to conceal my solitary trace, / it is hard to emulate the mortal world chasing great fame. / The lamp has burned low but conversation is untiring; / dawn wind and slanting rain beat the sound against the window.