Eighty-four ancestors, death to the students of the year. My father Fifty-six, I just-year-old Yan. Seventy Jue this old man, million dead even be full. Qi is worthy of the Father, ancestral fear of arrest first place. Quite late into the beginner, crude also glimpse saint. Often feel confidant Well, I'm not reporting negative injustice. Heart out of this dream, dark as the blue sky. No land and grandchildren, not to pass nothing.