東吳延皋孝廉三絕
小雨溼松花，披衣巖下坐，起身謝白雲，不覺莓苔破。荳葉開新畝，藤花爛舊棚，庭分朝樹色，溪轉夜泉聲。終朝看瀑流，夜復坐空閣，明月上高峰，幽人不寂寞。
Light rain moistens the pine blossoms, I wrap my robe and sit beneath the cliff. Rising, I thank the white clouds, Not noticing the moss and lichen broken.
Bean leaves unfurl over the new field, Wisteria blooms clutter the old trellis. The garden shares the morning trees' hues, The stream turns with the night spring's sound.
All day I gaze at the flowing waterfall, At night I sit again in the empty pavilion. The bright moon rises above the high peak— The hermit is never lonely.