Eight characters: what is the pattern of people who are not sons, sons, sons and sons?

When Lun Zi was a boxer, he was ugly and a rich official. Ugly and ugly, living in thick soil is expensive. Silver moon, Jinshui transportation, near gold. In the afternoon, I went on a journey to the west, and my son lost. Pure words are vicious. A cloud, a young man is rich, and after 35 years of hardships, he is finally rich. Ji Xin died suddenly in the last month, 19 1 1 year, and Jia was sentenced every month.