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.

As far as the eye could see, the deep blue lake water blurred with the sky in the distance. When seagulls flew across the skyline, it was impossible to tell whether they were soaring on the water or shuttling among the clouds. The car moved forward slowly. In the rearview mirror, the road meandered into a ribbon, weaving the Bai ethnic houses along the way, the swaying reeds and the endless blue into a flowing picture. This kind of slow-down time seems to make even the heartbeat resonate with the surging waves. The hustle and bustle of the world is crushed by the wind and scatters into the free and easy clouds above Erhai Lake.