Old Home Yu, who is, partial to autumn miserable. Dispelling wind and cold rain, parting is off dim. Qiang Yan Fei return, shore blowing flowers, naturally pregnant with a sense of students. Burning the midnight oil Zhuojiu, his life openly. Two decades in the political arena, Feng Ting Liu Station, view past have. Yunmeng chest nine times to swallow, nor a mix of dust. Wood downhill high, broken cloud Han Yan, thin stream of water cut marks. I do not know the chrysanthemum, but also where Xuan threshold.