My son to paternity side, for I Qiulan. Chu Chen desolate position, exposed to cold air ban. Moved from the rock gully root, go I Jian room. The raising of the water stone, deputy of the hill. Akin to the good friends, a total linger day and night. Fragrance can breathe, I smoked the old lung liver. But a dozen roots, as Jiuwan see.