During the first snowfall in Luoyang in the third year of Tianbao, Du Fu found "Looking at the Mountains" written by Li Bai's boots. From then on, the poems and souls became connected, and their obsession for half a life was buried. He wrote hundreds of poems for him, from "Hui Dang Ling Jueding" to "The Dew Will Be White Tonight", every word of which wept with tears; he hid thousands of thoughts for him, from the spring wine in the Liang Garden to the lonely boat in the night, every sentence was swallowed. Li Bai's sword slashed his enemies, but never cut off his support for Du Fu - "Your name appearing in my poems is the root of disaster"; Du Fu's pen wrote all the mountains and rivers, but could not write through the silence of his lover. When the "Taibai Repays the Beauty" in the iron box came to light again, I realized that the unsent poems had long been engraved in each other's flesh and blood: one protected them by not writing, and the other cared for writing with obsession. In the smoke of the Anshi Rebellion, they went together for an eternal appointment of poetry and love. (This story is purely fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental, so do not read them with your brain)
