汉魏六朝诗三百首/江津送别刘光禄不及

I look forth from the ferry with the crowd. The parting drumbeat echoes for a while;

The boat departs and is going with the cloud. The birds still linger in the mooring ground

While in the pavilion there's no man or wine. In the cold the leaves are falling all around

And anglers are withdrawing fishing-line. How far away can each of us be found?

One goes by boat whereas one lingers round.