Looking at the top of the towering and steep Yuezhi Peak, the sea water below beats the cliff from time to time, and two men with long jade bodies stand in front of a beautiful and peculiar mulberry tree under the moon, flowing clouds and evening cranes, and their clothes are in the wind.

The man in white on the left held on to the delicate and transparent white wine cup, took a sip gently, and the glass turned with a streamer. The person is like a wine cup, fairy and jade, and said: "You fox, you are not happy to eat that mulberry on the tree one day, and you have brought one up the mountain." "The timbre is like jade, and the wind is charming.

On the right side, he was wearing a light purple robe and holding a cyan wine cup, and his eyebrows and eyes were uninhibited and chic, and he smiled: "Haha, this mulberry fruit is also angry, and I have collected a lot of aura after coming to your blessed land for two days, and it also looks a little good." When it comes back and bears fruit, the wine made from this fairy fruit must be sweeter than the wine of that mortal dust. You'll have to prepare this mulberry wine the next time I come. ”

The man in white seemed to be very helpless about this man, shook his head and said, "You would say that this mortal mulberry tree has been here for a long time, and I am afraid that it is going to be spiritual." ”

"Let it go, it's all creation, I'm here today to have a good time! Drink and drink......" The man in purple walked to the white jade table and sat down, poured himself the wine, and drank it.

The man in white stood in front of the tree for a while, sighed, and said silently: "Creation...... What is creation......" A touch of sadness appeared in his eyes, and he closed his eyes again in an instant, unable to see joy or sorrow. "That's it......" The man sighed twice, waved his sleeves and sat down at the table, drinking to the moon.

The wind was lighter, the leaves swayed with the breeze, and the huge bright moon shone on the two people who were drinking, stretching the shadow of this person and the tree, and the sleeves of his clothes were gently flickering, and the shadow of the tree was swaying.

Occupy the hill alone, and do not allow ordinary birds.

The wind rises around the moon, blowing down the earth.