Poems of Meng Jiao
Stopping at Luoyang's East River Pavilion
River bamboo, its color washed clean.
Blue flowers wave round the columns.
Naturally, the carefree breeze
Blows clean away all struggling thought.
Frost falls. Leaves sound dry.
Chill landscape. Voices ring clear.
I come, attracted by this hidden tower
Where the weight of the world is briefly eased.
Meng Jiao loved being out in the natural world. For years, he took time to wander, and even live in, it. Recall that one of his early poems was about running the river in winter with the boatmen. And so, from time to time, we get these poems from him where the poem is only the natural world -- with a brief mention of the poet at the end.
Note that 旅次 means "stopping on one's travels." So this could be an early poem mis-collated in the scrolls.