I call the ancient name, spirits hearken: Li Bai and Du Fu Huai Su, Wine Star Star Star cursive text. Yongzhou dongguo a strange, pens, ink tank remains in mass graves. Pen low on high as a mountain mound, shallow pool of ink as deep as the sea. I have come to not hate, Win the blue sky into a piece of paper, the book aloud to arouse Huai Su, Nuoguanyanzhu point Xiang. To go home, re-sigh sigh. Present there, three words: Cha dead tree. Black snake, Mexico crows.