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                                                Surrounded by rocky cliffs

                                                and hills, with the meander-

                                                ing stream flowing through,

                                                Wuyi Mountain features a
 This is a short piece I wrote after reading Bill Porter’s   flanked by pines. He once said these trees could keep the
 Road to Heaven. A mountain man sleeps on the rock with   qi (meaning energy).  very different image from
 clouds as the pillow, makes friends with pine and cypress   Unsurprisingly, the door to the hermitage was set on
 trees, and dresses in a short brown tunic. Poor, but upright.   the edge of the cliff. Some renovation materials were piled   other mountains.
 Taking cues from this, I made a stick of incense with cypress   up nearby, as the shabby hut needed to be properly fixed up
 wood, atractylodes and frankincense; it has a neutral aroma   to make it habitable. Though I was quite worried about the
 and is named “Hermit”.  safety hazard of the pine sitting too close to the back of the
 The  other  day,  I  sent  the  incense  to  my  Guqing   master’s  bedroom.  This  place  was  no  different  from  my
 master Le Tong, who has shifted from a designer in Bei-  imagination: earthen walls and wooden buildings staying on
 jing, to a Wuyi Mountain man, and now to a dweller in   lush mountains, with cloth curtains and great spring water
 clouds  with  his  life  in  peace.  As  my  teacher  and  also   for tea, and no access to electricity. We lit a fire to boil the
 friend, he taught me the elegant techniques and tranquil   water with a small red clay stove; a very ordinary one, but
 mindset of playing the ancient instrument. On the wind-  I found it very quaint. Master took out the Wuyi rock tea
 ing mountain road, my husband drove well and fast, while   which  had  been  preserved  for  years  with  natural  golden
 I sat in the passenger seat tightly holding the handle and   flowers, and quickly tightened the bag, saying it was precious.
 Zongzi slept tight. When we arrived, the master came to   The tea was for people to drink anyway, he added later. It
 pick us up. The simple man walked down the loess slope   was a rare tea to me, indeed.


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