Nan Jiang Ping no wind, like a mirror a new wipe. Fishing boat does not point out, Bi-Lian Lian ares. Railings on the northwest corner, scattered clouds mountain out of contention. Go south slope Tuo Jing, Tsui into a narrow window. Country is not the world situation, for the Italian entertainment this off. No power to respect in the wine, booze non Suxi. Chengdu is also clear when the dust buried horse track. In the eyes of post-rock, fly without wings.