I would like to Dipper dipper hanging on, often without shaken black dragon, Spring grass blowing day and night, only Emori no time wither. I would like to draw down on street, and Yang Gao Gao on Wudang empty, Feiwei often not universally night, has lost the life of aging. Cui Wei plot yeast high mountain, river brewing for Putao grains, A drunk slumped thousand cups, white hair, by asking what has never been.