The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor. Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.
Li Bai, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, was wild and unrestrained throughout his life, accompanying himself with poetry and wine, and regarded himself as a swordsman. He thought that he was an immortal who had been banished to the mortal world, and all he wanted in his life was to return to heaven and attain the truth. When he wrote "Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of face" in Chang'an City, a gap opened in the Tianmen, and the immortals in the clouds looked down on all living beings, as if approving him. When he killed the dragon in Baidi City, the golden light fell from the sky, trying to lure him to ascend.
