Shanxia Jiangnan

The empty mountain is sleeping with light rain, and the clear mountain is spitting out clouds. The lazy moon is hidden among the clouds, and the flowing clouds reveal the golden sky. The pines and waves call out the dusk drums, and Buddhist practice stops madness. The summer rhyme is idle and thoughtful, and the scholar's mind is filled with thoughts. I wrote a little poem without rhythm, and I appreciated it and felt in my heart. Is the Nanshan I saw in early summer the same as the Nanshan in the evening that Tao Yuanming saw here. Thousands of echoes, smile.