鐔津文集 18.25

18.25

Several bends of the clear stream, several folds of mountains; / deep in the mountains at sunset the bell has already tolled. / Suddenly hearing travelers' voices before the gate, / coming to seek the secluded man's traces beneath the forest. / First greeting your unrestrained elegance, truly open and free; / further kindling lamps and fires, I redouble my welcome. / There is no need to leave at once suspecting there is no hospitality; / yellow grain has already been pounded since yesterday.