No news first from the west, suddenly Qinglin report on Autumn. Days Gao Ming Lu clay, round fan from the spider's web woven. Why should not self-talk cricket Jiang, Ming chirp in my bed the night. Reminders may grant made snow clothing, this white person is not happy king. Spring flowers sick in bed depth, never had the eye and so squander summer. Rolling cooler yesterday evening was a new, empty hall call lights according to a few seats. No power to try one cooked book reading, want to like his life did not know. Find today compared to tomorrow, a hundred years the blue sky over bird wings. Ye Lan Yang beams sigh, thinking useless waste meal and sleep. Man-Wu Tu nonetheless vertical travel, Do not you see heavy Cunyin light foot Pik Yu.