Water in front of the wall tall tree. Bamboo trail around the Hechi, linger hundred steps. Free play wave and turtles, wind under the Oulu. Lonely no city noise, a vague interest in rivers and lakes. I House on it, lying towards the re-Yan twilight. Los security under a home, the mountains are also careless to go. Comes just passing through love, asked who lived. This is the White House Weng, behind closed doors at his home.