I am not Ximen Qing.

Ah, love! The love between Qian Chu, the king and queen of the Wuyue Kingdom! The world is beautiful, and it needs eternal love, immortal love. The hidden, ethereal beauty of love has finally become familiar and known to ordinary people.

This was not Qian Chu's original intention, but Leifeng Pagoda is indeed a pagoda of love and romance. Even though Fahai used Leifeng Pagoda to suppress Bai Suzhen and imprisoned Xu Xian in Jinshan Temple, and the Green Snake flooded Jinshan Temple, all of this merely highlighted the beauty of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen's love. Love and romance require tragic conflict. Perhaps it is because Bai Suzhen's love story concealed the truth behind Qian Chu's construction of the pagoda that Leifeng Pagoda, like the Diamond Sutra and the Avatamsaka Sutra, witnessed the love between Qian Chu and the Queen, blessed by Buddhism, enduring various wars and standing firm. Leifeng Pagoda witnessed the great love between the Queen and the King of Wuyue. Time travel to the present day further highlights the romantic beacon of love and romance in Leifeng Pagoda. You can walk up the steps, slowly ascending each level, or take the elevator. The rebuilt Leifeng Pagoda was mainly intended to witness the glory and splendor of the ruins. The entire Leifeng Pagoda is full of imagination, and its historical vicissitudes are generally appreciated from the perspective of imagination. Even after thousands of years, the ruins still demonstrate great vitality! Whether Leifeng Pagoda is still standing or not is irrelevant. What matters is the love story of Qian Chu and his queen from the Wuyue Kingdom. Their "immortal love" has been brought to light again, and modern people understand the truth about love and romance associated with Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake. I'd heard of Leifeng Pagoda before, but never Liuhe Pagoda. Yet, West Lake has two pagodas, existing for centuries, yet I know nothing about Liuhe Pagoda, just like Yang Causeway today. At least, we'll only have the chance to visit Liuhe Pagoda and Yang Causeway on our next exploration of love and romance in West Lake. When will all of this become part of our dreams? That would be the most beautiful. Fortunately, at least Leifeng Pagoda is a pagoda of love and romance, more so than Emperor Qianlong, who understood the truth. Qianlong's obsession with everything in Hangzhou bordered on madness, a kind of madness that devoured everything in Hangzhou. However, it wasn't as extreme as the massacres of Yangzhou by the Eight Banners' Dodo, Dorgon, and Ajige brothers after their conquest of China. Was it simply because of Shi Kefa's patriotic spirit of "better to die than live in dishonor"? No, it should be the spirit of martyrdom. Perhaps it's a search for the secret of love in West Lake, the spirit of Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, and Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty. Tang Dynasty culture is true Chinese culture, Tang and Song Dynasty culture is true Chinese culture. The true meaning is the true He Shi Bi, the Imperial Seal of the State, with its magnificent stories and legends. When the feudal lords doubted whether it was the real jade or Jia Baoyu, Bian He paid a heavy price for the authenticity of the He Shi Bi. He suffered almost the same price and personal humiliation as Sima Qian. The birth of the Imperial Seal of the State was filled with such a dramatic and poignant story. Think about the later development of the He Shi Bi: the return of the jade intact to Zhao, Lin Xiangru's debate with the King of Qin, and finally the story of Lian Po and Lin Xiangru's harmonious relationship. Chu, Zhao, Qin—Qin finally decided the ownership of the He Shi Bi and the Imperial Seal of the State. Think about the Imperial Seals of the Three Kingdoms period, where Sun Jian and Sun Ce ultimately paid with their lives. The great Three Kingdoms era: Wu, Shu, and Wei. The Imperial Seal of the State seems to have been lost during the Yuan Dynasty.

Anyone who has visited the Forbidden City knows that Emperor Qianlong was a jade-loving emperor. Therefore, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the unification of Xinjiang, completely eliminating the Dzungar Khanate. The demise of the Khoja brothers also drained the Qing Dynasty's vast treasury. Thus, Qianlong enjoyed having inscriptions erected for himself, writing epitaphs in the Hall of Joyful Longevity and the Summer Palace to commemorate his great achievements in Tibet and Xinjiang. Perhaps because he never found the true Imperial Seal of the State, which he so longed for, and never obtained it, he was filled with regret and resentment. Qianlong also had a penchant for calligraphy, admiring the works of Zhao Gou of the Southern Song Dynasty and Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty. He even inscribed calligraphy on the walls between the Yangxing Hall and the Hall of Joyful Longevity, as well as on the walls of the corridors between the Hall of Joyful Longevity and the Summer Palace, as if he were the creator of *The Story of the Stone*, and on the works of calligraphers from the Song Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, and the Wei and Jin Dynasties, such as Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi.

Emperor Qianlong's obsession with jade bordered on madness regarding jade culture, exemplified by the earliest jade artifacts unearthed at Liangzhu. Jade is the most revered element of Chinese culture. Zhang Sheng always suspected that Qianlong was the best choice for the true author of *The Story of the Stone*. Nanjing is also known as the Stone City, and Su Dongpo's *Record of Stone Bell Mountain* was written there. Nanjing has the Qinhuai River, all of which was inspired by the Leifeng Pagoda on the West Lake. Another pagoda on the shore of West Lake, the Liuhe Pagoda, further fueled the endless curiosity of both Kangxi and Qianlong. Were grandfather and grandson searching for the true Imperial Seal of the State in Jiangnan? This is merely speculation based on historical events. The soul of the Yuan Dynasty was like that of Genghis Khan—only knowing how to bend the bow and shoot eagles. Qiu Chuji persuaded the Khan to abandon the bloody slaughter of the Eternal Heaven. The Dzungar Khanate was merely a branch of the Mongol Empire; isn't that a coincidence? Whether in the Forbidden City or the Yuanmingyuan, Emperor Qianlong, while replicating the beauty and spirit of Jiangnan, was also searching for the spirit of the Imperial Seal. It's unclear why Qianlong had such a deep-seated obsession with the Imperial Seal. The spirit of Jiangnan resided in the pagoda of love and romance built by Qian Chu, the King of Wuyue. From the construction of Leifeng Pagoda onwards, this dream of love and romance... A dream that can transcend time and space, yet nowhere to be found. After all, Li Yu, the last ruler of Jinling, was far more visionary and wiser than Emperor Chen Houzhu; they were practically birds of a feather. Li Yu's tragedy was the sound of his kingdom's demise in the pool of his harem, and no one could save him. Emperor Chen Houzhu... However, Zhao Kuangyi's initial intentions were flawed, which is also the source of Qian Chu's ultimate tragedy. But between Qian Chu and Liu Shan, the Marquis of Anle, who was truly wiser? The fates of both Sun Hao and Liu Shan are the subject of a poem by the great Ming Dynasty scholar Yang Shen.

The mighty Yangtze flows eastward, its waves washing away the heroes of the past. Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in the blink of an eye. The green hills remain, witnessing countless sunsets. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the riverbank are accustomed to the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of wine brings joyful reunion; how many events of the past and present are discussed with laughter?

It's better to use the summary from the Diamond Sutra: like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow, like dew, like lightning—empty. However, believing in the forerunners of Buddhism, it ultimately triumphed over Emperor Taizong of Song in the long river of history thousands of years later. Whether it's the soul of Qian Chu in "Dongjing Menghualu" existing alongside Leifeng Pagoda, or the historical irony of Zhao Kuangyin's descendants, or Zhao Gou's final capital being Hangzhou—this is reincarnation, the undeniable truth of cause and effect. Therefore, the Song Dynasty was full of cause and effect, full of Buddhist teachings. Qian Chu, the former king of Wuyue, became the benefactor of the Song Dynasty. Leifeng Pagoda is a true tower to heaven, a magical paradise of time travel—past, future, present. I only want to find the dream of the Tang Dynasty, not the dreams of Li Bai and Du Fu, but only the dream of Bai Juyi, because only dreams are the most beautiful, aren't they? At least it's better than the emperor who loved jade, isn't it? He spent his life searching for the Imperial Seal of Jiangnan amidst the dreamlike shadows of Zhen Baoyu and Jia Baoyu—how laughable and lamentable! This was a dream of the Tang Dynasty brought to him by Bai Juyi, encountered on the Broken Bridge in the snow and on the White Causeway.

Yesterday, I enjoyed drinks with Immortal Beauty. Her rosy face was like a blooming flower, and her waist was as slender as a willow! Today, I'm drinking again with Immortal Beauty. The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and the wind is blowing right up to my head! Time flows like a river of spring water eastward, and my temples are already streaked with gray. Time flies, and my neighbor to the east has built a tall building, 100 feet high. The sunlight shines on the inscribed plaque, making it shimmer. Immortal Beauty, adorned with jewels and jade, is a beautiful young woman in her prime. Her feasts attract no fewer than 3000 people. My neighbor's scholar has just lowered his curtains, studying ancient books at night and enduring hunger in the morning. He's truly a diligent student, studying hard, even at 30. He hasn't entered officialdom yet, and seeing my neighbor's success makes me uneasy. But once he spreads his wings like a roc, riding the wind and waves, he will pass the imperial examination with flying colors. Spring has barely passed, and winter is already upon him passing the examination. Like a roc spreading its wings for 9 miles, who can compare to him in his soaring success? Ten years of hard study have been nothing but a dream. Now, the gates are bustling with activity, a scene of prosperity and bustling activity. Everyone looks up, gazing at the man who has achieved fame and success. Where is he now? All the changes in fate are due to a single pen that traverses the world. The color of the neighbor's building to the east remains unchanged. The owner is about to leave this world, only a faint breath remains. Money has vanished, nothing is left. Is anyone still at the gate? The broken walls and ruins, however, preserve the spring of Chang'an. The pavilions and terraces gradually belong to the neighbor to the west. Pine trees and bamboos, oh, and birds roosting there. Even peach and plum trees, though devoid of feeling, will mock people. I remember the mansion of the neighbor to the east, just built. The ridge beams, painted rafters, and colorful pillars were all new. On the lotus pond, mandarin ducks were fighting! Day and night, several seasons have passed. One has declined, the other has prospered. There is nothing to worry about.

Memories fade like smoke and dreams. We used to wander through Chang'an together, mostly attending lavish banquets. Back then, we lived in Yongle Ward, where feasts, revelry, and secret rendezvous took place in Gongpingkang. The lion dance seemed to be searching for its tune, but the sound emanated from the inner quarters. Flowers bloomed deep within Tai Nu's residence, along bamboo groves and secluded paths leading to Lian Tang. Late-blooming red peonies graced the courtyard, and a large, shady poplar tree provided shade before the gate. Passing the familiar alleyway, we reached the end, where walls met those with high-coiffed hair, elegant and beautiful. Adorned with new makeup, adorned with red carnations, their shawls the color of purple areca nuts, their hairpins fluttering like cicada wings, their hair ornaments dangling like small phoenixes. They lightly flicked the petals from the branches, their hands warmed by a fragrant sachet, far more precious than a silver candle. They invited immortal beauties to raise their jade cups, the smoke from the incense burner condensing into a fragrant aroma, the boldness of wine poured into that immortal beauty. Beauty's pale yellow face, the flute abruptly stopped playing but then resumed, the pipa strings seemed even more flamboyant, the dancing sleeves swirled with flying snow, dust danced along, lingering in the afterglow of the song! The old tunes were overturned, filling everything with laughter, the new sounds teasing, injecting new vitality, moved, pushing immortal beauty, sweet words promising Qiu Niang immortal beauty, the wind warmed, spring was about to end, the stars turned, the night was not yet over, the banquet was about to end, and many more charming and beautiful women were added, after sitting for a long time, they changed their clothes, and together returned to the secluded courtyard, entering the bridal chamber, the wild ferns bloomed, and they saw the beautiful jade, gently stroking the mandarin ducks, vying to stay overnight and holding hands. Gluttony and sleepiness, each occupying their own reflection in the green windowpane, the red walls backlit by the lamplight. They need a mirror to remove their hair ornaments, asking for help to untie them. The secluded maidens giggle, whispering about the fragrance of their lip rouge. Afraid to rise early to hear the bell, they sit, feeling a little shy, hence their slow movements. Their eyebrows are faded, their hair loosened, revealing their green hair. Life's gatherings and separations are uncertain, joys and sorrows are also unpredictable. They leave, and then another banquet begins…