It (Panlong) is on the opposite peak, and there is a red pavilion in Songgang, with a jade cup in it. In front of the pavilion stood a young man with his back to us, tall and straight, with black hair like water and robes like smoke, sweeping across the blue sea on such a night.

He won't talk to me either. He just went to the pavilion and poured himself a glass of wine. The moon is hanging in the sky and the wine is gurgling. His posture is like a fairy and moonlight, high above. Finally, he glanced at me sideways, revealing a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Small watery, you are really brave."

He turned to look at me, his eyes were dotted, his nose was like a snowy mountain, and there were two water marks on both sides of his cheekbones winding down. It should be a handsome man whose building is not as high as smoke, but there is a domineering tone in his eyes.

I turned my head and glanced at the young man again. The sea breeze swelled his wide-sleeved brocade robe and dancing black hair. However, an ordinary mountain peak is full of the brilliance of the bright moon and the peerless elegance that blooms in the thick night.