Ancient lotus leaf dry moat Juru, hale and hearty and fishing bare crane line. Mountain title at the foot of water off cover, horn blowing Chanyu cited solitary building. Masi wind greatly Hu Xing Zhuang old track with the dust map volume. Autumn lake geese do not come, sad to people living far side. Five nights in October at the turn of a long straight days of fighting across desolate river. Su hometown scoop bucket under no power to Bo Zhongqin sea. Do not you see the arrows arc chord Peng Yan Sang, man landing in the Quartet. With no roots clog shoe Lane, Road, Leung Sik Chu still my town. Quyu not more than economic, as trifoliate orange Duhuai. However, my heart condition should not matter, the official body with the dispatch talk Seoul ears.