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Now, after parting with Li Yun that day, Yang Xingyuan had been in low spirits. One afternoon, while reading in his study, a servant suddenly entered and announced that a Mr. Wu was calling. Yang Xingyuan hurried out to greet him; it was Wu Bibo. After exchanging greetings, Wu Bibo said, "The weather is splendid today. I came specifically to invite you for an outing." Yang Xingyuan asked, "Where shall we go?" Wu Bibo replied, "I have heard the red leaves of Western Hills are at their most splendid. Why not go and enjoy the view?" Wishing to dispel his gloom, Yang Xingyuan agreed. The two took a carriage and set out for Western Hills.
Upon arriving at Western Hills, they found the maple forests indeed picturesque, the mountains aflame with red leaves. Strolling leisurely along the mountain path, they discussed poetry and literature. After a while, they spied a small pavilion ahead and entered to rest. Several visitors were already there, engaged in lively debate. Listening carefully, Yang Xingyuan realized they were discussing the selection of a residence. One man said, "In choosing a home, the most crucial factor is one's neighbors. To have neighbors of kindred spirit, embraced by emerald trees, is akin to a paradise on earth." Another concurred, "Indeed. I recently found a house south of the city, surrounded by flowers and trees, particularly a row of verdant trees-it is truly delightful." Hearing this, Yang Xingyuan felt a stir in his heart, recalling his own recent search for a dwelling. Unconsciously, he interjected with a few inquiries. Seeing Yang Xingyuan was likewise a man of refined taste, they invited him to join them and spoke in greater detail.
It turned out these gentlemen were all renowned scholars of the city: one surnamed Zhang, one surnamed Wang, and another surnamed Li. Mr. Zhang said, "Brother Yang, if you prefer tranquillity, I happen to have a vacant house not far from here. Why not come and see it?" Yang Xingyuan was overjoyed and accompanied Mr. Zhang with Wu Bibo in tow. After a short walk, they came upon a dwelling. Several large trees stood before its gate, their foliage verdant, the surroundings profoundly serene. Yang Xingyuan went inside to look. Though the house was not large, it was neat and well-kept. Of particular note was a plot of empty land in the rear courtyard, suitable for planting flowers. Yang Xingyuan was quite pleased and arranged with Mr. Zhang to return in a few days for further discussion.
Leaving the house, they found the day growing late. Wu Bibo said, "Since we have come out today, why not make the most of it? I hear the chrysanthemums in the city are at their best. Shall we invite a few friends to plant some tomorrow?" Yang Xingyuan replied, "To plant chrysanthemums in welcome of autumn is a delightful pastime. I shall follow your suggestion." And so the two returned to the city, each going his own way to invite friends.
The next day, Yang Xingyuan invited He Jianchen, Huang Bieshan, and others, while Wu Bibo brought several friends of his own. They all gathered at Yang Xingyuan's Guild Hall. Bringing hoes and flower seeds, they proceeded to the empty plot in the rear courtyard to plant the chrysanthemums. As they worked, they bantered and laughed, their hearts light with mirth. After finishing their planting, they set out a feast of wine. They drank and admired the flowers until the moon rose above the willow branches, before finally taking their leave.
Yang Xingyuan saw his guests off and returned alone to his room. Reflecting on the day's events-choosing a home and planting chrysanthemums-he felt a deep contentment. Taking up his brush, he composed a poem to commemorate the day's pleasures. This done, he prepared for bed, and thus the night passed without further incident.