BMW-day streets, smoke canopy Shanghai Pudong heart. Non-caring Jingkou, naturally recalls Sanin. Glad I flew, alone with Zhao Lin Chung. Pay clouds roll back and forth, Tomoko Road rooting depth. Cloud Gate is that good, all live Cuiwei. Dust into the Lunar New Year in Beijing, Jiang Yu anyone to go. Wind and thunder side lock action, military books day and night flying. Fame sleeve hand, contrary to clever things.