Notes on the Heat Source - Qin Chun (XI-XII centuries)

Literature of antiquity and the Middle Ages - Summary - 2019

Notes on the Heat Source
Qin Chun (XI-XII centuries)

One day someone went to Zhang Yu to drive past Lishan Mountain. He recalled the story of the king Xuanzun, the beautiful Yang Taizhen and the commander Anh Lushan. By themselves, they had poetry.

I spent the night at the yard. Somehow it was vague on the heart. As soon as she was asleep, two messengers appeared in the bed in the yellow. They appeared in his soul. One took out a silver hook and pierced the chest of a sleeping person. Zhang Yu did not feel the pain. Instantly - and Zhang Yu split up: one breathless lying on the bed, the other followed the racers.

On persistent questions Zhang Yu told him that he was invited to the first lady of the immortal land on the island of Penglai - Yang Taizhen, and that the reason was in his poems written at the contemplation of Mount Lishan.

The palace where they arrived was truly beautiful. But even more beautiful was the maiden. They together spent bathing in the Hot Springs, and then began to feast and talk. Zhang asked the lady about the ancient times, Xuanzun monarch, Anh Lushan, an owl. It turned out that the sovereign became a righteous heaven and lives in the image of a righteous Taoist now on earth.

Zhang Yu could not take away from his virgin eyes, his passion flared up from wine. But how much he tried to approach the celestial virgin, nothing came out - as if thousands of ropes were kept in place. As they say, not fate! The beauty, feeling his sorrow, promised him a new meeting in two centuries. In the sign of presentation presented a box of hundred fragrances.

The servant-servant took the guest out of the palace. As soon as the gate passed, he pushed Zhang Yuya with such force that the earth was crashing, and it seemed as if he had awakened. All this seemed to be a dream. But next there was a box of incense. The fragrance was divine.

The next day, at the post office, Warm Spring, Zhang Yu wrote on the wall poems about his extraordinary journey. After a while, in a desert field, the shepherd boy handed him a letter from the divine maiden. I read - and even more sadly saddened. This is the story.