The summer months rain, Yuen long-shortage. Even at the present one, such as human Ai Artemisia long. Qi Wei Hao frog strider, feels mad bees and butterflies. Sense of loss pregnant so the mountains, the East one hundred Sang. Till the dawn of this product more than the rain, fertile branches to light. Appropriate elders met by grass play a feast. A feast slumped drunk, catching the laughter. Poetry shows his son, the music is not easily forgotten.