Poems of Meng Jiao
A Walk on Crow's Way Creek. Presented to Lu Zhongcheng.
Crow's Way, can't go further
After thirty-six crossings of the creek.
Animals drink the blue water.
Tall woods hang like a green rainbow.
From here the way grows dangerous
And urgently our steps grow longer.
Senses here are soon overcome,
Mind and spirit alike bewildered.
Rush of water shakes the rocks and
The sandy bank will be hard to climb.
Sheer peaks, purple beyond the mists.
Ancient trees floating in the clouds.
Coming out, we gaze upon your yamen.
Well, great men will recruit worse than us.
A tired horse loves his old fodder
And tethered birds remember their old nest.
You should pity these jade Chu tears,
Thrown away like dust and mud.
This is the Lu Zhongcheng that Meng Jiao met at a banquet concert. He is a relatively high official and Meng Jiao has written of him a few times. The two men are probably friends. Meng Jiao and, apparently, some other people are walking the wilds above the town. Lu, presumably, has to work. And in the end here, we find that the exertion has brought on a fit of Meng Jiao's sad nostalgia for the distant past.