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. Even now, that sweet spring water nourishes the common folk, a blessing that has outlasted empires. As we drifted north, the lake smoothed into a sheet of glass, dappled with unfurling lotus blossoms. A long causeway spanned the water like a ribbon of carved jade. Paved with sand, bordered by stone, and sheltered by peach blossoms and weeping willows, this was the White Sand Causeway. It is the very path bequeathed to us by Bai Juyi, immortalized in his verse: "The white sand causeway veiled in the shade of weeping willows." Raising our eyes, we beheld soaring, ethereal peaks that seemed entirely untethered from the mortal world. This was Ge Ridge, where the alchemist Ge Hong once forged his alchemical elixirs. Drifting further west unveiled a rich tapestry of overlapping emerald slopes and winding streams. Spring water cascaded from the heights to meet the placid lake, while the verdant ridges stretched out like the welcoming arms of a grand stupa. These were the peaks of Lingyin. When the Poet Immortal, Li Bai, wandered through these very hills, he wrote: "Tianzhu's deep forests rise before my eyes, as sighing pine winds wake the autumn skies. I watch the shifting clouds to fathom how they sweep and trace the quiet waters, still and deep."