Inscribed In the Inn at Tong Gate on an Autumn Trip to the Capital

Xu Hun

Red leaves are fluttering in the twilight

Past this pavilion I ladle a cup of wine；

Clouds drift, returning towards Great Flower Mountain，

Scattered rain passes through the Middle Ridge.

Trees color a distant wall.

The sounds of the river seek the distant sea，

I will arrive at the Imperial City tomorrow ——

But I dream of woodsmen and fishermen.