Lazy, pure and free
The rustling sound of wheels rolling over the asphalt road, mingled with the rhythm of the waves of Erhai Lake gently lapping against the embankment. Rolling down the car window, the wind, carrying the slightly salty smell of the lake water, rushed in. When it brushed past the tips of the hair, it still carried the coolness of the top of Cangshan Mountain. The white clouds, like flocks of sheep startled by the speed of a vehicle, meander slowly over the indigo sky, sometimes casting a gentle shadow and adding a flowing silver edge to the rippling waves.
