Visiting the Mountain Grove of General He in the Company of Instructor Zheng
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Thoughts of seclusion are suddenly disquieted—
the time to go back can’t be helped.
Leaving his gate, the flowing waters stop,
I turn my head and white clouds are everywhere.
I laugh at myself for dancing before the lamp,
who loves the songs made when drunk?
I should join with my friend
and stop by even in a rainstorm.