Sink fan lying times, the line of any song of life and death. Emotional roots do, white jade friends or old light. Stream customers deserted mountain window to listen to birds. Spring edge of rock, coldness into the slip level. Dark pine curtain of snow to make the clouds part, Shi Lu Ming. Places with hungry shrews night toward the line with the tame pheasant. Degree at the river still memory, look for holes unknown. Often read books at Purple, a few years into immortality. Bell buckle day drums, burning incense and tired of goblins. In the event of Fuqiu cranes, floating Yaolingtaiqing.