Sheng look at things quiet, high spirits from the Fitness.
　　West crosses the rod Lu, Xiao-dong, even for visitors.
　　Jian Kong, crossing through the clouds, turn empty Bi dill palpable.
　　What now seven, nine off the mountainous hill.
　　Huang Guanxi my generation, dumping on the Suxi pregnant.
　　Ji Quan cook a seedling, different gas through several seats.
　　District fame people, this dust machine message.