I hate poetry Meng Jiao, Meng Jiao complex as language. Call from the Ming hungry, empty wall switch hungry mice. Poetry from the heart out the heart out of Noir worry. Fish like the Yellow River, the self-boiled cream. Copper is still fighting love song, vulgar quite late antiquity. Shoot the duck peach strike, single-speed short-Mino dance. Do not worry about riding the boat to turn, breathe not tread soil. Wu Ji Shuang snow, barefoot Bai Zhu Huan. Married with children breathe and did not know bitter parting. Song Jun Qu rivers and lakes, a sense of my long-Roam.