鐔津文集 18.95

18.95

Poetic stanzas are left behind at the rustic recluse's window; / Once more receiving a pair of jade discs worthy of Yu Qing. / Miraculous as flood dragons rising from ancient waters; / Pure as sun and moon soaking the autumn river. / Responsive chanting does not stop at boasting of mountains and marshes; / The transformed odes ultimately must pertain to the state. / Send word to the valiant general of the realm of poetry: / As snow ceases, stop chanting; my heart has already yielded.