If one day you find yourself becoming Li Bai - don't act like him, but live like him.
Zhao Mingcheng, a contemporary authority on Li Bai, fell asleep on his desk one rainy night. When I woke up, the ceiling above my head was not the ceiling, but the beams of the Tang Dynasty; the one beside me was not a computer, but a servant named Dansha. He became twenty-five-year-old Li Bai.
He knows when and where each poem should be written, knows when each friend appears and leaves, knows the Anshi Rebellion, the defeat of King Yong, the exile of Yelang, and the death of a guest - he knows all the fates contained in this body. But he didn't know that when he actually stood on the bow of the Yangtze River, listening to the cries of apes on both sides of the bank, and writing "The mountains follow the plains and the fields end, and the river flows into the wilderness", whether it was Li Bai's poem or his own heart.
Little did he know that Xu Wan, the wife with only the word "Xu" in the history books, would wait for him under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree for the rest of his life. When his head turned white, when he forgot his face, the last words came: "You are the wind. The wind will never stop."
From the thatched hut in Qinglian Township to the Agarwood Pavilion in Chang'an, from Anlu's son-in-law to Yong Wang's staff, from the iron windows of Xunyang Prison to the barren mountains of Yelang, Zhao Mingcheng walked every step for Li Bai. He thought he was respecting history until he discovered that the real Li Bai may have never existed.
[A novel that will make you laugh and cry, and after reading it, you will find that you have memorized Li Bai's life]
