Canmeng around the forest pond. Tim poetry thin, not thin like Dongyang. Finishes are water red, dark-pass Youjing, tender bamboo turned Tsui, oblique reflected back to the wall. Bao Zheng on the low grip starter, wax off pretty new spring. Orioles lazy day long, Yan idlers tired, first pro flowers bamboo mat, careless cited pot springs. Curtain cage deep, quiet song dust, grass car from the blue sky. Second draw bridge, an embankment Yan Shu place. To the cuckoo, the Willow Garden, seeking a total of red beans, with the knot clove. Spring is running out, Zhichou hinder the storm phase.