There was Yue Yangfan in Fengcheng at that time, and the long wind from the hills blew over his head and brushed his clothes. The flying look was like an angel dancing. I often think of the fireflies that were scattered in the night sky in Fengcheng during the long nights. Yue Yangfan's hair was scattered on his face. He pointed at the night sky and said, "Jingshu, look!" During the long nights, I leaned on his shoulders like this, blowing the long night wind on the top of the peak.