Xu Hun Inscribed in the Inn at Tong Gate on an Autumn Trip to the Capital
Xu Hun Inscribed in the Inn at Tong Gate on an Autumn Trip to
the Capital
Red leaves are fluttering down the twilight
Past this arbour where I take my wine; Cloud-rifts are blowing toward Great Flower Mountain, And a shower is
crossing the Middle Ridge. I can see trees colouring a distant wall. I can hear the river seeking the sea,
As I the Imperial City tomorrow – But I dream of woodsmen and fishermen.