West wind is mighty, nothing to find out. Li Qiang from the chrysanthemum, talk to comfort my heart. Near the fence to see the mountain, stop by late fall of Lin. It not like Maxthon, taking into account the deep mud. Cool with Han Yan Biao, Mingse the high forest. Migratory birds not to mention go, maple maple blades Yin. Sad wandering home, a sense of deep bark years. Room shielding basil, empty pot never alone pour. Wandering under the east wall, looking up forest-side reference. How long troubled night, dew wet dress.