Drunk spring shoot hate railings.
　　Bao-Xiang Qian who turned semi-candle stub.
　　Dinning report, Dongfeng Road, small building space, inclined apricot cold months.
　　Dreams like the rain and night to do with Hill.
　　All of a sudden a thousand miles south.
　　And to stay too, and the Flying light, such return, the dual-license tears dry.