"Ai ai ai... ha hei"
"Yang le du zi, shou la jin yo... san dao dao lan"
"It's easy to meet face to face, but to have a good talk is not easy."
"..."
Four days later, the sky was a clear wash of blue, the sunlight brilliant. Behind were tall mountains, to the north a wide plain, and above the plain, a high-pitched, desolate voice resounded clearly.
The autumn scenery was desolate, with a tint of yellow sand from the distant horizon.
Only on the plain did wild trees grow abundantly, streams flowed, adding a touch of green.
Following the desolate singing, the view zoomed in, on a yellow earth official road flanked by greenery. Through the mottled leaves, a black carriage moved. Sunlight pierced through the branches, casting dappled light on the moving carriage, like a horse trotting through a flower grove. At the front of the carriage, a driver wearing a straw hat held a whip in one hand, singing aloud with head raised.
