Peaks like proud dragons coil and rear,
Through crashing waves they twist and veer.
Carved sheer, ten thousand fathoms green,
Their beauty pierces the sky serene.
Earth's craft, a mystery to all,
When did these marvels rise so tall?
By startling cliffs, no hand can hold,
I'd bind my thin spine, brave and bold.
Who with refined taste could claim this scene,
And build a lodge where wonders convene?
Vermilion beams, carved posts greet dawn's light,
Lattice and caisson sway, misty and bright.
For miles, lush green brushes my robe's hem,
Dense woods stand by the study, a verdant gem.
Opening the door, I claim the gleaming morn,
Fresh, vibrant air around my couch is born.
Leisurely, lost in thought, I lose all care,
Feeling the vast, clear void everywhere.
The white-browed host in straw sandals treads,
With staff, to Shang Palace's realm he heads.
Rhinoceros cups swirl with mellow wine,
Guests gather, drunk on autumn lotus fine.
Lotus buds, emerald, radiant and bright,
Bathed in moonlight, vie in beauty's light.
Golden strings clash, a din in both ears,
Three hundred golden boats drown in cheers.
The gallant Prefect Xie is seen no more,
His bright ode on Zhaoting's stone we adore.
Wild and proud, could Wang Xizhi compare?
His Orchid Pavilion script, beyond compare.
Their talent and ink, long faded from sight,
Only empty hills and streams greet the light.
Better to teach my son with books in delight,
And startle past sages with insights bright.
I'll take my brush, lean on the rail, and then,
Try to gather scenes for my verse again.