Cang Shi Qiang pole plug the old lady, fall-shore marks several feet of sand. Jiangnan Qiu do not shake off, Lili maple leaf red oak. Chu has always been more sad, Road near the line of song still grateful. Pitt is also full of the purple wildflowers, streams of red fruit is worthy of green pick. Was also thin in the wine off well, really drunk at the first river. Through the ages rise and fall at the moment, with Ming Se Kuan dies. Famine swept wings hung over the boat, this means with me Qice. Three ask Langan hate is not flat, bright moon was shining decadent black conical cap.