It happened once to a certain Zhang Yu to drive past Lishan Mountain. He recalled the story of sovereign Xuanzong, the beautiful Yang Taizhen and commander An Lushan. Poems developed by himself
Spent the night in the courtyard. It was somehow dimly in my heart. Barely dozed off, two messengers in yellow appeared at the bed. They came to his liking. One took out a silver hook and pierced the sleeping man's chest. Zhang Yu did not feel pain. A moment - and Zhang Yu split up: one lifeless lying on the bed, the other followed the messengers.
To persistent inquiries, Zhang Yu answered that he was invited to the first lady of the land of immortals on the island of Penglai, Yang Taizhen, and that the reason was in his poems written while contemplating Mount Lishan.
The palace where they arrived was truly beautiful. But even more beautiful was the virgin herself. Together they bathed in the warm spring, and then began to feast and talk. Zhang asked the maiden about ancient times, about sovereign Xuanzong, commander An Lushan. It turned out that the sovereign became a heavenly righteous man and in the form of a righteous Taoist lives on earth today.
Zhang Yu could not take his eyes off the maiden, his passion flared up from wine. But no matter how much he tried to approach the celestial maiden, nothing came of it - as if thousands of ropes held him in place. As they say, not fate! The beauty, feeling his chagrin, promised him a new meeting in two centuries. As a sign of location, she presented a box with a hundred incense.
The servant lad brought the guest out of the palace. As soon as the gate passed, he pushed Zhang Yu with such force that he crashed to the ground - and as if woke up. Everything that happened seemed like a dream. But next to it was a box of incense. The fragrance was divine.
The next day, at the Warm Spring Post Station, Zhang Yu wrote poems on the wall about his extraordinary journey on the wall. After a while in a deserted field, a shepherd boy handed him a letter from a divine maiden. I read it - and even more saddened. Such is the story.
