Huchuang Togo sit in autumn, it suddenly desolate. Naturally, I am Xiang disease of bone, Ji Ling Tung Fei closed. West Fei also ajar, the pressure for the East wind blows. Why the wind and I, into the cool air from the Chi. Man Who cicada see, I drink drainage eating. Flying from where, the path _set_ of court branches. Yong Fu nine three sigh, then make a new autumn sad. I have forgotten the old sad, whom Ru complex language. Old Wuti heard, I do not know which of the cicadas.