Zhuang Zai Gaotang evening winter snow, the old miasma without complex like dust. Cliff Shen Valley, not white snow, Jiang Qingfeng destroy cracked stone missing. South Sanxun bitter fog opened, the scorching sun to shine from the West, Six Long Han Bae emergency light back. Yen decline suddenly, as I landed, the mouth while reciting the hearts of sorrow. Young children do not blame the time, raised his eyebrows sworn gold _set_s. JI He almost my life wandering, Fragmented with the Commission never died.