The degree of wood birds are sparse, the day the potential into the gorges. T.-P. hills, sun_set_ Pianfan solitary breeze. Ferry Thousand Clouds of wood, Ran Ran smoke plume, people living in the Cuiwei. Was even more unhappy customers never look back I Lu Yi. Fame thing, now old men, and to be Ru. Fuyi go back, who was Brasenia Road, Han-bass. And the static charge on the bamboo deep, sit on a small high mountain, drink and who all play. Shouts and moving trees, Ling Xu emotional desire.