I like you, like the wind traveling eight thousand miles, regardless of the date of return; I like you, like tropical polar rain, not far from Wan Li; I like you, like a whale lacking oxygen in the 6400-meter deep sea. I like you, like the sun shining all over the sky, gentle and comfortable; I like you, running like a star for hundreds of millions of years, without complaint; I like you, like a cloud floating for nine thousand miles, never stopping; I like you, just like the smoke from the kitchen stove, the snow and rain falling when frying pears; I like you, like the sun, the moon and the stars, for a long time.