I'm past hidden rooftop, period music midnight swim. Get over Chuihong month, a boundless expanse of jade. Ling sing smoke from the boat, water, wind fishing line, More like a small Xiyi, fear of loss of the early levels. Qingcheng Tour this year, XXXVI mountainous, White clouds against the next, so I hair bone cold. Days such as glass Chung, inverted repeat wet Yinhai. Su wall lines the meantime, the vegetation to make light. Chang E visited me laugh, hand on the rabbit children; No wonder, then life world of white hair, old and want no branches Gui autumn.