Camping at the top of Tianmu Mountain🏕️Today we travel off-peak and have the top of Tianmu Mountain to ourselves
It is said that Mount Tianmu is half of the Tang Dynasty poetry.
This is the birthplace of Chinese landscape poetry. Ever since Xie Lingyun cut down trees and opened a path to climb Mount Tianmu, this place has been an important exploration site for poets in the Tang Dynasty. It is also the sixteenth blessed place among the 72 Taoist blessed places.
"How can I bow my head and serve the rich and powerful, and make myself unhappy?"
It comes from Li Bai's "Dreaming of Wandering on Tianmu Mountain and Chanting a Farewell Poem"
"Dreaming of Wandering on Tianmu Mountain"
Li Bai
The seafarer talks about Yingzhou, but the truth is hard to find in the misty waves.
The Yue people talk about Tianmu Mountain, and the clouds and mist that flicker may be seen.
Tianmu Mountain stretches across the sky, its might surpasses the Five Mountains and covers Chicheng.
The Tiantai Mountain is 48,000 feet high and is about to fall to the southeast.
I want to dream of Wu and Yue, and fly across the Mirror Lake Moon in one night.
The lake moon shines on my shadow and takes me to Shanxi.
The place where Xie Gong stayed is still there, with clear water rippling and monkeys crying.
Wearing Xie Gong’s clogs, I climb the ladder to the blue sky.
Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the sky cock is heard in the air.
The road is uncertain with thousands of twists and turns, and when I lean against a rock admiring the flowers it is suddenly dark.
Bears roar and dragons roar in the Yinyan spring, and the deep forests are filled with shocking sounds on the mountain tops.
The clouds are green and it is about to rain, the water is calm and smoke is rising.
There is thunder and lightning, and the mountains and hills collapse.
The stone door of the cave suddenly opened.
The vast blue sky is bottomless, and the sun and the moon shine on the golden and silver platforms.
The rainbow is his clothes and the wind is his horse, and the Lord of Clouds is coming down in droves.
The tiger plays the harp and the phoenix turns the chariot, the immortals are lined up like hemp.
Suddenly my soul began to tremble and my spirit began to move. I woke up in shock and sighed deeply.
I only feel that the pillow and bed at that time are no longer the same as before.
The same is true of worldly pleasures. Since ancient times, all things have flowed away like water.
When will I return after leaving you? Let the white deer roam among the green cliffs, and if you must go, ride to visit the famous mountains.
How can I bow my head and serve the powerful and wealthy and make myself unhappy?
