鐔津文集 18.61

18.61

Loving this deserted, deep pine valley; / Companions of poetry invited me to seek it out together. / In the vast haze the cold sun barely disperses the mist; / Billowing thick clouds once again gather gloom. / Anshi gave rein to his bosom, indulging in intense delight; / Jiaoran rode his inspiration, apt for pure recitation. / The host urges us to tarry and lodge at the Chan door, / All the more since plum fragrance now fills the woods.