Miao Yun Gog. Not the number of free flowers. Evening among a small dressing, for a, new clothes begun. Wang Chai entire temples, Forest drunk singing clear words, tenant quiet, dark glasses, curtains out glow. Yangzhou, a dream, not entirely but also alerted. Since the change of position in the heart, not twist, when it is out. Wu Shuang point of temples, Spring old Liu Lang, cloud road is long, late River cross, who see the peach laugh.