Drinking with the party of Qin River on the Poetry Society Spring Juguan idlers do not love. Into the dark by Dongfeng, Luo tent warm. Near it has no grass, near the Jinsha River Doujue soft. Plum Lei, flavor to the DPRK is not shallow. Is full of glittering golden bananas. □ cheeks flushing, a hundred worries scattered. Drunk and no go, any door, low ropes jade turn. Pleasure, the Murdoch scholar cold.