Drunk in the Mountains at Night | Mountain Wilderness Wine Talk Under the Starry Sky

Twilight is as dark as ink, soaking the valley of Zhuxi Valley. The mountain breeze carries the fragrance of grass and trees into the bar, as if the wilderness is slightly intoxicated at this moment. Order a local special cocktail; the amber liquid sways in the glass, reflecting the stars gradually lighting up outside the window, like a miniature autumn night star river. Sitting by the window, before your eyes is a velvet-like night sky studded with stars, the outline of distant mountains faintly visible under the moonlight, like a watercolor painting blurred with ink. The music flows softly like water, and the bartender’s laughter carries the freshness of the wilderness, recommending a drink called "Autumn Mountain Evening Whisper." Take a sip, the mountain breeze brushes past your hair, bringing the unique coolness of the mountains. The city's noise shatters into stardust at this moment, quietly dissipating with the ripples in the glass. Here, there is no neon restlessness, only the natural light and sound of heaven— the rustling of bamboo leaves, the murmuring of a distant stream, the occasional bird call passing over the treetops, weaving together a nocturne of the wilderness. In this slight intoxication, the heart also becomes a breeze in the mountains, gently swaying in the embrace of the autumn night.