Three Mid-Autumn Festival for three years, the same month as odd. No off poor old tired do not read poems. This year, desolation, children Sun Suoqiu Quarters. Sitting in a south window, the Wu Wu as isolated roots. Forced pleasure to think, no time as a young, Imjin-year-old is still in mind, Heshan Jingzhou return. August 15 night, the former San Yuet Wah Chi. Fathers Akiyama Court, the group from the quiet Fang pool. Sub-rhyme poetry, numerous ink dripping drunk. Heshan read my sentence, the night consultative phase sigh. Ming Cao paper to dump in the children. One to three decades, sitting sad heart health study. Older faded, Zhuxiong also exhaustive. In an odd solitary, living on the day of the career. If the moon yesterday, and I coming from the filament. Heaven Solid different points, where cross-Yi trouble tears.