Chapter 122 The Sovereign Heeds Neither Rise nor Ruin (III)
Word Number：304
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2026-01-25
He said: They say the immortal Ge Hong ascended Yun Peak to refine elixirs; The courtyard’s disused well still stands—no long pines remain, only short ones. After parting from Du Fu, Li Bai’s heart was still bent on immortal wanderings. Hearing that sages had been sighted on Mount Song, he took sword and swift horse, donned a light robe, and rode northward through dust and wind. In a few days he reached the foot of Mount Song. He looked about: the peaks rose lofty, pine winds seemed to murmur, paths ran deep, clouds rolled and curled, cranes skimmed the sky—red mists appeared like auspicious omens. It was indeed a place fit for cultivation and quiet retreat. Li Bai wandered the slopes in search of sages. Before long, at a thatched hut set behind bamboo fences, he fell upon old friends Yuan Danqiu and Cen Xun. The two had long since wearied of worldly strife and had taken to a secluded life—gathering herbs, refining elixirs, playing chess and composing verse—idly content. The friends greeted one another with surprise and delight, clasped arms, and laughed as if no time had passed. Yuan Danqiu called a boy to fetch wine and set a table upon a stone terrace among autumn maples and evergreen pines; the mountain breeze lent the scene an especial charm. The three sat, drank through several rounds, and when the wine ran out they agreed on a whim to visit a tavern. At the tavern they drank deep; Li Bai’s poetic ardor flared and he struck the rhythm and sang: Have you not seen the Yellow River come down from heaven, Rushing toward the sea and never turning back? Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall grieve for white hair— Morning like black
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