Broken clouds Shu Yu, cold air Road. Qin Chen Qin Chen and heavy horses to. Wang Gucun, two or three, hut Shu Lei, stream banks, according to a cluster of aloe night. Wondering pleasures, the things to trace. Looking back Xiangbo and days gone. Sigh life several times, to drunk nobile, green mirror, won the force is not old. And into the branches, a little break at dusk, off road spring to ask, whom to open early.