I have Diaogu cry, do not cry to the Road Qi. Twilight days of throwing a bottomless pit, dripping Guangxi branch. After the winter festival to the other, centrifugal North Wind. Xue Fei sit solitary evening, when the spring off the stone bridge. Meng Tigers do not panic, shame gentleman difficult words. To pay the old empty feeling, not far from holding to Kansas. ROADS steep lean angle of the window, hanging Wangwu clear thinking.