Therefore, pregnant fish pond, Juanniao pregnant so nest. So go read the mountain, towering green line ride. Lean horses the old way, like this town is too heavy. Old people home for no reason, I feel more than other days. But see wild in the grave, as numerous young snails. Shake off the cool day, under the loose mulberry trees. Sigh chasing the ancients, the Wind Mourning waves. The ancients not die, want to sigh. Abandon to the then far from the heart, kept silent days.