Posted on 1 January, 2021 by thebestnchic Ho Chih-chang by Li Bai When we met the first time at Ch’ang-an He called me the “Lost Immortal”. Then he loved the Way of Forgetting. Now under the pine-trees he is dust. His golden keepsake bought us wine. Remembering, the tears run down my cheeks. Li Po Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: Going Up Yoyang TowerNext post: Listening to a Flute in Yellow Crane Pavillion