Visiting the Mountain Grove of General He in the Company of Instructor Zheng
VIII
I recall passing by the isle of willows,
and galloped my horse by Dingkun Pond.
Drunk, I took a green lotus leaf,
and madly left behind my jieli turban.
I long for a fellow from Ying to punt the boat;
in understanding waters, I would beg for a lad of Wu.
Just now we face evening in Qin’s mountains,
and my impulse for the rivers and lakes follows intensely.