The hills are alive...

A gentle bit of personification from Huang Fuzeng

皇甫曾 山下泉
漾漾带山光，澄澄倒林影。
那知石上喧，却忆山中静。

The Brook Flows Out of the Mountains
Huang Fuzeng

Its rippling water carries mountain light;
The glassy image of a forest stills.
No memory of babbling over stones,
It just recalls the silence of the hills.

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Huang Fuzeng (fl. 750-780) doesn’t show up in the Tang 300. He seems to have mainly written social poetry (most of his poems have titles like “To So-and-so”). I spotted this pleasant little piece as I was researching terminology, and it settled neatly into pentameters.