Hard hot summer, autumn sprinkle it quiet. Year, also Yu Jin, everything as before. Striking long faint mist, arrived worrying about malaria smoke. The poet was raised a ghost, kite flying martyrs despair. Meant more free time, what is also entangled. Listen gate strong chilly wind, snow, see the peaks. Clog away thinking the wax, the Netherlands want to pull clothes fierce. When the king begins with reading the book I sleep pillow. Chou Chang Ho sparse, well-behaved illegally and easy-year-old years. Also when Fu, suddenly with the natural gift in vain.