Weeks of bitter tea poem in mind, Tea drink out of modern times. Tired Liangrou early edge, fake snow faint this lag. Sigh I mu Park, Sang Mai bitter Mongolian shade. Not so inches to spare, more begging child handiness of tea. Hungry to avoid the unknown, have been too full of dollars. Shu will pass without, agriculture is not the end of phase brutal. Spring freeze to crack, and the purple bamboo forest has been sharp. Cattle and sheep trouble blame scold, basket round bamboo basket did not dare to look askance. South Road who passed away the night of teeth hair. He Church of the snow products, empty mind peach descent.