Weizhou ten miles, the desolate pier countless grass. Suddenly he heard passers-by words, the buried Bi Gan Department. Dismount pat stone, the three can not go a sigh. Chapter striking into a song, the tomb of the first tree book chat. I'm hanging Bigan heart, not hanging Bigan tomb. Worldly wise and the foolish, the same make as loess. Seoul is also one he died, tens of thousands of old.