鐔津文集 18.29

18.29

White clouds and the azure sea layer upon layer fold; / beside our dwellings from afar we hear the bell across the mound. / The moon ascends, no human voices clamor; / snow lies deep, we only recognize the tiger's tracks. / Over poetry and books we rejoice together to converse before the lamp; / with tea and fruit we wonder instead whether this meeting is a dream. / Casting off slippers in lofty discourse brings boundless joy; / hugging the brazier in the cold as the sun climbs high into the morning.