I think much of fishing for a leviathan from the Island of the Cold Sea.
The legend referred to at the end of the poem is as follows: A group of five islands in the Pi Hai, the Jade-grey Sea, were inhabited by the Immortals, who found themselves very uncomfortable as these islands, instead of standing firmly, rose and fell in the most disconcerting manner. The Immortals therefore applied to the Jade Emperor for assistance, and he commanded fifteen leviathans, three to each island, to raise their heads and support the islands, thus keeping them from rocking. All was well until a man from the Elder Dragon Country appeared and with one cast of his line caught six of the monsters, the result being that two of the islands toppled over and sank in the sea. The three which remain are known as the "Three Hills of the Immortals." This tale has become proverbial, and people who are disappointed in their ambition say "I have no rod with which to catch a leviathan."
[POIGNANT GRIEF DURING A SUNNY SPRING]
Note 51.
I feel as one feels listening to the sound of the waters of the Dragon Mound in Ch'in.
(See Note 9.)
Note 52.
The gibbons wailing by the Serpent River.
(See Note 15.)