I met the Feathered Ones at Cinnibar Hill, I tarried in the ancient Land of Deathlessness. In the morning I washed my hair in the Hot Springs of Sunshine. In the evening I dried myself where the ten suns perch…. I sipped the subtle potion of the Flying Springs, And held in my bosom the radiant metallic jade, My pallid countenance flushed with vived colour, Purified, my ching of vitality began to grow stronger; My corporeal parts dissolved to a soft suppleness, And my spirit grew lissome and eager for movement. Ode by Yuan Yu