鐔津文集 18.99

18.99

Before the pine path ends, I turn my head back; / The cold, torrential downpour has gradually ceased. / Beside the Sea-Viewing Pavilion, clouds coil and wind; / Beneath the Spring-Walking Bridge, waters rush on. / Hurriedly parting from the mountain hermitage, lofty discourse is distant; / About to return to the city temple, shame fills my face. / We should emulate writing books together to protect the Dharma; / Boundless human affairs only needlessly imprison us.