鐔津文集 18.3

18.3

At year's end encountering snow, I sat alone burning incense in my mountain studio and ordered the boy to fetch snow to brew tea. Thereupon recalling the line, "willow catkins rising with the wind," I took up the biography of Xie Daoyun and read it. Seeing that her spirit was loose and radiant, possessing indeed the refined demeanor of the groves, it further stirred my secluded mood. Thus I composed a poem, which was also presented to the lay scholar Gongji and that superior one, Chonghui.