" chant language " civil / the sky of lot | | | Night opened the door window of the dream, the incorporeal in fear and trembling of same Jing Song. In former days sadness struggles in, of early oneself die do not know whereaboutldirectionThe quick short steps that goes gradually, draw out empty feeling, the direction of the travel before was being lostThe day of beautiful in September insignificant, seem to be gone to autumn draw out empty wall a round flat piece of jade with a hole in its center, agile and flat. A river that forgets for ages, loneliness walks in September in all hopesAffection earlies in the morning the drip-drop of glide umbrella, the numerous bunch of sky plundered nocturnal cold and cheerless, leave the aggression that affection of inhospitality of wintry day lovesickness earlies in the morning. Walk into Xi Lingshi company, savour poem and distance | | | Operation: Heng Mao