Thousands of real wax wooden cage Xiao Cai, Hong dry off a few points in the core. Volume misty shade dried bud sticks fist, winds back to the gas Fu verdant. A new plot in wild wheat ridge, long lingering Sang Zhe chen weight. Iris Hong Montreal barbed grass, rain Liang Yan sad old body language. March roll into the river Yang, Liu Tin concentration in thick brush comb. Wax color: one for the purple adoption. Off the core: one for the fall pedicle.