鐔津文集 18.59

18.59

The sky is cold with fine rain as the sun is about to set; / The mud is slippery—who could hold back a spurred horse from returning? / Sand hollows spit out springs that gurgle, / Bamboo groves hold returning birds whose cries sound out. / For a time aspiring to Xie Lingyun, one must wear clogs; / Do not envy Master Zhi alone buying a mountain. / Discourse and friendship outside the worldly realm are by no means shallow; / I wish to keep company growing old among the white clouds.