The river a little rain, cold walls of sound into the window. Quietly boat myself, toggle from the pillow sleep. On hardly sleep lying, sitting ho sigh. I left my home over a hundred, the road suddenly has thousands. Xi and Yan both years, now see the North geese also. Hang hard barrier, Jishu, such as disposable donation. Fengshuixiangzao gushing, return date vague unwarranted. Autumn air that dream, repeated as loops.