鐔津文集 18.87

18.87

When Yan Wei and Lingche departed the mountains, / Sheltering from rain, they too were reportedly snagged by tree branches. / At year's end, frost and cold are not worth fearing; / Spring colors within the pipes can already be blown. / Wind holds the bell's rhythm, condensing and dispersing; / Water congeals the stream's murmur, choked and mournful. / Do not laugh at this rustic stroll playing with grasses; / Chuping was originally a shepherd boy.