The wind blows through the fields and forest roads, your warm smile in the ancient city stretches out the time, and freezes the longing and prayer in my heart. Memories trip up the years, and the past is overgrown with weeds. The fish in the Erhai Lake are swaying left and right, and the oaths are dissolved in the water. Who will fish them out? It's better to remember you, like an ancient folk song, resounding through the snowy mountains and green grass. My thoughts were dancing in the clouds, and I was drunk for a second. If I could copy and paste, how wonderful this life would be.