Visiting Princess Changning's Pool-for-Setting-Winecups-Afloat I
- Poetry of Shangguan Wan'er

Propped on my staff, I looked over wispy peaks,

Then with hazardous pace descended frosty trails.

My goals grew serene the deeper I went in the hills,

I strayed on the path that bent with the mountain stream.

Slowly I sensed detachment in my soul,

And noticed at once how fogs were sinking low.

Be not dismayed I wrote upon that tree

It was because I cherished this hidden rest.