鐔津文集 18.51

18.51

South of the ravine a single whistle summons a pure wind; / Beneath the forest returning once more, the daylight lasts long. / Clouds are distant, rocks deep, connecting to Vulture Peak; / Water is cold, sands shallow, resembling a fish weir. / Casually inquiring about past events from a rustic elder; / Leisurely accompanying recluses gathering diverse blossoms. / Longing further to trace the source, my sentiment does not end; / Knowing you are angry at my hurry to return.