鐔津文集 18.81

18.81

After the twelfth month the east wind sweeps the emerald heights; / Together watching fragrant willows disclose the spring impulse. / For three nights listening to water, completely dreamless; / For four days climbing mountains, unwilling to return. / The rustic elder relies only on clouds to see off guests; / Family members must laugh at rain soaking our clothes. / Your poem also brings a brief message to the fine prince; / I only fear his pouch will be emptied, flying away in a single night.