In Qingchuan Prefecture, there's a saying that has been passed down through generations.
Star Nesting Pavilion holds the moon, never sleeping; fallen ochre silkworm sand brews life into wine.
It speaks of the four most flourishing places in Qingchuan, also the four most intoxicating and bustling spots of nightlife.
Among them, Star Nesting Pavilion is one.
Night falls.
At nine fifty-seven, people come and go in front of the Star Nesting Pavilion. The towering six-story spired building is brightly lit on every floor, with landscape and bird-and-flower paintings on the outer walls.
Beautiful dancers, songstresses persuading guests to drink, the sound of the zither clear and far-reaching, poetry recited enchanting.
Many famous poems and tunes of the Great Spirit are often softly sung by the songstresses on each floor of the Star Nesting Pavilion, accompanied by melodies, fine wine, and gourmet dishes, with light silk veiling the body.
