I dream of smoke into the sea, such as gold melting the first day, Angry whale riding bare hands, cross the body when the thirsty dragon. Hundred Days in Beijing in the dust, rather Que material for poetry. The Xi Xi Fu Ho, crazy old bad careless washing. Mengjue sit sigh, three-Mao Zhong Yao Yao; Xiao moving traveling street, do not actually sleep Sauvignon. Krupp blow his life meaning, crack canthal red hair, Can still take a barrier, with the concept of mass Feng battlement.