Classical Prose · LT504
Travel Writing
Reflective travelogues capturing natural geography, temples, and peaks.
27works
6dynasties
17authors
Mural guide
A traveler with a pack and folded route map crosses a high mountain pass, dwarfed by the terrain.
- Record of the Small Stone Pool
In the pool were a hundred or so fish, all seeming to swim through empty void with nothing supporting them. Sunlight penetrates straight down casting shadows on stone, motionless one instant, then darting afar in a flash.
- First Excursion to the Western MountainMy mind coagulated and physical frame dissolved, communing silently in oneness with myriad cosmic transformations. Only then did I realize I had never truly journeyed before—my true journey began with this mountain.
- Preface to Poems of the Foolish StreamWater is what the wise delight in. Why then is this stream alone disgraced with the name of folly?
- Great Tang Records on the Western RegionsSeventeen years alone on the road, through more than a hundred lands: a firsthand record of seventh-century Central Asia and India.
- Record of Flatiron PoolWhat makes me content to live among the tribes and forget my homeland—is it not this pool?
- Record of the Hillock West of Flatiron PoolLying down with pillow and mat, the clear cool scene communed with my eyes, the gurgling sound with my ears, the vast emptiness with my spirit, and the deep stillness with my heart.
- Record of Yuan Family KeWhenever the wind comes down from the hills on all sides, it shakes the great trees and bends the grasses; reds scatter and greens start, rich fragrance wafts
- Record of the Stone ChannelWhen the wind sways their tops, the echoes stir the cliffs and valleys. Once the eye is at rest, the ear begins to hear far off.
- Record of the Stone BrookThe water spreads evenly over it, flowing like woven patterns and sounding like a zither being played.
- Record of Little Stone Fort HillI have long doubted whether a Creator exists. Seeing this, I was all the more convinced that one truly does.
- Record of a Pilgrimage to Tang China in Search of the LawI was not troubled about returning to lay life; I worried only that the sacred teachings I had copied could not go with me.
- Memorial on Yueyang Tower
Be the first to bear hardships for the world, and the last to partake in its joy.
- Record of the Old Drunkard Pavilion
The Old Drunkard's delight lies not in wine, but in the mountains and waters. The joy of mountain and stream is found in the heart and entrusted to wine. People know the joy of following their governor on excursions, yet know not that the governor finds his highest joy in their joy!
- Record of Visiting Mount BaochanThe wonderful, grand, strange and extraordinary sights of the world often lie in dangerous and distant places.
- Record of Stone Bell MountainGreat rocks stood sideways a thousand feet high, like fierce beasts and strange ghosts, looming as if to pounce on us.
- Record of the Pavilion of Supreme Delight in HuangzhouHow delightful this wind! Is it something I share with the common people?
- Record of the Ink PoolXizhi's calligraphy became excellent only late in life; so his skill must have been attained by his own effort and was not a gift of Heaven.
- A Night Stroll at Chengtian Temple
The courtyard was like a pool of still water, clear and translucent, with waterweeds crisscrossing in it: these were the shadows of the bamboo and cypress.
- Record of a Tour to ManjingOnly then did I realize that outside the suburbs spring had never been absent, though city dwellers were unaware of it. To not neglect duty through excursions, while wandering carefree among mountains, rocks, and trees—such is the joy of this humble official.
- Record of an Evening Tour on Six Bridges Awaiting the MoonFrom the Broken Bridge to the Su Causeway, a green mist and a red haze spread for more than twenty li.
- Record of a Journey to TaoyuanThe Three Gorges are majestic and astonishing; the Flower Spring is graceful and secluded.
- Record of Wushigang RidgeThe stones were jet black, ancient, rugged, and precipitous. Climbing to the summit and overlooking the great river, sails and masts appeared and vanished amid misty hazes as if wandering inside a painted scroll.
- The Travel Diaries of Xu XiakeOn the last day of the third month of the guichou year, I left Ninghai by the west gate. The clouds scattered and the sun shone bright; the mood of men and the light on the hills alike wore a look of joy.

















