鐔津文集 18.89

18.89

With spirits high, unwilling to pause pure verses, / Leaving the sedan chair, once more leaning on a chestnut staff. / Pines and cypresses are lush and green, washed by spring rain; / Mists and clouds are light and brisk, blown by ravine winds. / Woodcutters returning to the rear valley sing in succession; / Deer crossing the front creek grieve at losing their herd. / Do not say that returning home makes one endure silence; / Tao Qian had his own five sons.