Memories by Tom Sharp

The party’s over; the hosts are gone and the moon’s left hanging in the sky. Xie Tiao built this pavilion, planted its flowers and bamboo, and released its koi into its pond, but, unlike them and my memories of writing poetry together with Xie here, he was not bound to this place.

谢公亭·盖谢脁范云之所游 by 李白 (Li Bai)

谢公离别处,风景每生愁。 客散青天月,山空碧水流。 池花春映日,窗竹夜鸣秋。 今古一相接,长歌怀旧游。