Idle body without incident, travel scenery alone. Broken clouds river last month, untwisting the sea boat. Temple Lane Liang Qin, poetry Yin Yuliang floor. Cong Huang worthy companion, and stones good for Chou. Passerine only for your gold and silver go rather demand. Full cup of liquor green, quiet on the moonlit window. Clarify the marsh around the puzzle, pumping hairpin reflect a trickle. Books all over the bed, half-drunk from the hair.