Folk Songs Enter the Mountains and Rivers, and the Wind and Snow Meet on the Way Home

He was once a lone singer in the wilderness, A car, a guitar, and a dog, singing all over the mountains and rivers, but no one understands the sound of his strings. Until it snowed and she crashed into his journey, From then on, the wind and snow had warmth, and the folk songs had a home. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are all a prologue, and the rest of my life will be filled with flowers.