Translate this passage into Northeast dialect, the funnier the better.

We come from the moss of Qin brick Hanwa, and we come from Liao, a Qin brick Hanwa with loose hair.

Stepping on the rivers and mountains to measure, the hero fled, and the rivers and mountains dominated.

Build people's hearts back to the Great Wall of Wan Li. People are getting old, just like the Great Wall.

In the meeting between the emperor and the general, I was surprised and surprised by the story of the emperor.

We recite the breeze, and we don't know how to shout.

Quiet night is soft and fragrant, birds are sad and dark, and the night is quite exciting.

You carry the melody of Jiangnan water town, and you carry the beautiful singing voice of thieves in Jiangnan water town.

Chanting cotton sea and threshing floor, howling cotton piles and millet fields.

The old waterwheel turns beautiful legends, and the old waterwheel bar also makes people fabricate fancy legends.

The light blue smoke in the kitchen rises, the sunrise rises on the horizon, and the sun rises on the horizon where the blue pit smoke rises.

We just kept saying that we hit each other and howled.

Yesterday, today, yesterday, today.

Let the heart be full of colorful clouds, and let the heart be full of slow and colorful clouds.

It's too difficult to adopt.