Leaves to himself, The Big Book of sentence in the Bi Ya Dan gully, the return to strong alliance.
　　Drunken hair blowing cool, but whisk sword, Poets only.
　　Qian, who asked Jiuxiao Yellow Crane, did not even have to.
　　Nu subsoiling day window static, and research focus Zhu Tong Qi.
　　Recorded before the back was mysterious Chishui beads, Li Long sleep.
　　Air hurrying, human world.
　　In addition to studies of the Tao, not really.
　　Hong Ya shoulder to shoot, pour Fuqiu sleeve of a robe.
　　Tsang-driving winds toward the island, blue sky moon night ride.
　　Even when, looking back at the old mountain, three thousand years.