Timely Rain: Ji Shiyu
From north to south, I ask the heavens and earth: where can a wild wanderer find refuge? I borrowed a stronghold among the misty waters of Shandong to buy a place in Fengcheng. Fragrant sleeves surround me, crimson silk veils the snow, and one smile is worth a thousand gold. With such an immortal's bearing, how could anyone be so heartless as to reject me?
I think of the reed-lined banks and the water knotweed by the shore, where the bright moon hangs in the empty blue sky. Six lines of geese stretch into the distance, all awaiting news from the golden rooster. My righteous courage reaches the heavens, my loyal heart covers the earth, yet no one in the four seas knows me. A thousand kinds of sorrow from parting, and one night in the land of drunken dreams turns my hair white.
