There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. Frost Night and Jiang Feng are strangers in a foreign land. When will they stop singing and dancing in the West Lake? Advise you a glass of wine, there is no reason to go out to the west. Who knows that every Chinese food is hard, the water is sunny, the mountains are rainy, and pedestrians on the road are dying. After picking flowers into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.