Chapter 117 Dreams Adrift upon Qinghua (I)

　　He said:　　Chrysanthemums by the balustrade grieve in mist, orchids weep with dew; silk curtains chill lightly, two swallows fly away in pairs.　　The bright moon knows not the bitterness of parting; its slanting light at dawn pierces the vermilion gate.　　Last night the west wind withered the emerald trees; I climbed the high tower alone and gazed the horizon’s road to its end.　　I intended to send colored papers and letters—where across the long mountains and wide waters would they reach?　　After the banquet at Xingqing, Li Bai remained drunk and Li Lingyue’s worry deepened; her poetic replies had been faulty more than once. Li Shu noticed and asked softly, “Little Sister Lingyue, why do you seem absent today?” Li Lingyue lifted her eyes; a faint mist hung in them. She answered in a low voice, “Uncle has gone into the palace and drinks much; I am very concerned, so my mind wanders.” Li Shu turned to He Zhizhang: “Master He, since she is distracted, might we shorten today's lesson somewhat?” He Zhizhang twirled his beard and shook his head, speaking seriously, “Your Highnesses, I have no such authority.” Li Lingyue quickly smoothed the moment, “Brother Shu, do not trouble Master He—let us finish swiftly.” Li Shu smiled with indulgence: “I only worry for Little Sister Lingyue; yet see how I offend.” Li Lingyue said nothing and bowed her head to collect herself before setting pen to paper.　　After a short while the verses were complete; the three reported to the Eastern Palace and, upon finishing, went to the Hanlin Academy to pay respects to Li Bai.　　In the Hanlin courtyard, bamboo shadows brushed the steps and the smell of ink lingered. He Zhizhang explained matters to Li Bai one by one. Li Bai leaned by the window; though the wine had not wholly left him, his gaze was as brigh