Although the narrow far-gun ugly, by the time enshrine the DPRK. Bo Su Xing Ji wind, weather Xiao Ming Ming. Guide to ride with from the officials, lead me out of the East environs. Mist heavy rain, fire above the stars. Suddenly recalled Zaozhao day, and the king of becoming purple court. Step Teng tail channel, but look Zhongnan Green. The old one to the other body, the mind does not think Ning. So far to the ear, sound Shang Lingling Yu.