++If there were no dim lights on the Lantern Festival, no distant views on Mount Zhaoyao, no reunion under the moonlit night, no swords drawn against each other filled with grief and anger, no bodies burning with fire, no torrential floods, and no dozens of thunders from the sky, then they could watch the moon on Mount Zhaoyao. He can turn the stars in the sky into fireflies, the colorful clouds into the dancing girl's clothes as thin as cicada wings, and the depressed murmur of a poor bookmaker into moving love words. ++He always liked to call her Miss Lin, even though she was no longer a big girl. After spending three hundred years in Zhaoyao Mountain eating and drinking, she finally fell in love with such a dazzling person like him. ++The moon is the corner of his brows and eyes, and the night is his cold wind. He is the poet of the mountains and rivers in the world, and her poet. ++Heaven and earth are in harmony, mountains and seas are one. ++Meet each other in dreams.