Qiu Jin early. Cloud Road to see geese, the azure as a mirror. Xiang Pu smoke deep, Hengyang sand away, the wind outside the lines inclined array. Looking back on where Simon, off River reconsider the homeland. Han so old, want to share Shanglin, the lingering shadow clear. Water dark smoke south. Sound too small building, candle cold dark golden lion. Head Ming Kum sent the CD to pick Kam poetry, Cihen this situation endless. Dongting dream to fly, the scattered into Yuntao one thousand ares. Had to do also, Naidu Tomb of people far away, Jade Kwan no letter.