Poems of Meng Jiao
Once the wind and elements were powerful
And lofty heights began to float.
A falling star lit bright the night,
Announcing the dawn in its windings.
It flashed and faded in the bluegreen gloaming,
Pure energy flowing down from the heights.
Like meeting on the isle of the immortals,
It is good to come together here.
This is also a kind of Five Gurglings poem. It is mostly a pure description of the (supposed?) historical event behind the naming of "Floating in the Sky Rock Pavilion." To me, the last two lines again show how difficult it is for Meng Jiao to break free of poetic convention, if indeed he's trying to completely break with it. Maybe he's accomplishing what he wants to here.