As the east grew pale with dawn, Ning proposed that they compose verse. Pan Yin's went like this: All I can do is howl in the wood, with never a chance to crouch on the road.
眼看東方將白，寧菌說：「今日咱們難得有緣相聚，何不各做一首詩作為結束呢？」說著便吟道：