Far to find flowers. Ting Yu Ji is the wind, the smoke pump shift sand. Slow Tijin Le, Lu Yong Tao Ye Dream Car. With high off drinking, according to Yu feast, late at crosswise. Six wave Language prosperity. Shan Wai homeland, Yee San tired of the. Helpless before the statue miles off, sigh what people now, Body and old End of the World. Zhuangxin scattered, afraid to listen to the drum stack doped Laos. River float your eyes are, look vast, utopian spirit Cha. End of the piece tears wet his lute. Who helped launched, no province is also home.