I out toward the east gate, looking back Nagasaka. Sad few roots loose, dry trapped Ling Jian Hua. Fertilizer in spring when all flowers, Lvtai also green wan. How Qiu Feng Zi, loss of brand-shore Seoul alone. Cutting out the root destroyed, branches cut firewood cooking. Fan Jing Ren the spine, rather the pillars of Cuan. Since leaving the pillars of Jun, Wen solid wood is not cheap.