Shine: clear dew aching with light.

“At the edge of heaven, tatters of autumnCloud. After ten thousand miles of clea…”

“Wagons rattling and banging,horses neighing and snorting,conscripts marching, e…”

“Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor schola…”

“Wind, light and time ever revolve; Let us then enjoy life as best we can." from…”