Chapter 4 Nineteen Ancient Poems of Wuyin Grass

Haoge sends out Lushui, and the wind stirs up green curtains.In the past, he inherited the favor of Kun, and shared his will.
Unexpectedly, there will be parting, and I will send you off to Chunshuimei.Fangsu is long and self-defense, so far away.
Tonghua is the most mournful, and Bi Naikong is uneven.Sijunzhang Taipei, the Taiwan current blows and grows easily.
Brilliant brocade in the clouds, with a pair of mandarin ducks on it.The yellow swan has gone, when will the carp come?
Biao Biao Huaguan wind, fufu Xuanling grass.Xi Xixiang Jiangchen, see the sputum in the lewdness.
Wing and wing are all oddly divided, and Ling Qingzhao is the best.It's hard to be comforted for a long time, and Xinghan is always floating.

The good times can be found, and the eye becomes a new view.
There are swans in the clouds, and insects in the grass.When you get the way, you will always fall into the wilderness.
Whether life is bitter or not, how difficult is it to be energetic.Walking and hunting under the city of Ye, shooting the tiger as the autumn wind.
Bottles of wine are placed in Fangyuan, and the tricks are beautiful.Remember Sujia Qihu, and Dao Lie Furong.
Precious sleeves fly to debate, guest Qi Wolong.How despicable Jin Wu is, the sad song is endless.

Qinghui He Lingjie, the guests gathered here.There is a heart hole flying stagnation, and Xuanhua loves it.

I can't see the wonderful singing, but Rouhan's love is hard to express.The eyes are full of wonders, and the moths are in a state of mind.
Liukun is a beauty, and my heart is looking forward to Tongbaizhen.With me, Lan Huizi, I drove to Yuxubin.
Don't go to the Five Sacred Mountains, go to Mrs. Wei.
Tengyun crowns Gaozhang, and Qima is sparsely layered.On this day, I am so unremarkable, and my beauty is absolutely full of moss.
The southeast porch is faint, and the jade finger flicks He mourns.Scales and waves hinder people's wishes, and worries are opened when they are piled up.

Persistence is like breaking the fog, wandering and flying.What a sense of mistyness, there is no new style in a good meeting.
Luo Ru has not abandoned its color, and the sandalwood water has not turned into ashes.Jin He is about to breathe, and the beauty He Yao is destroyed.
A single boat also folds moxa, and folds boats to pick lotus together.In vain to restrain Lianzhu, to reveal sincerity and procrastination.
How mighty the storm is, how clear is the posture.The beauties come late, which makes my heart sink.
The deep forest is small, and the bright moon is gurgling.The 鸂鶒 shines on people's white, and the wet fog traverses the empty mountain.

Ming Tong sends the water away, and the young girl rides the moon to return.Jiaojiao is dressed in jade, and the quality of smelting is in the autumn clouds.
The lyrical tone is self-proclaimed and smooth, and Yangui Hexiu is cold.Although Ni Jing lives temporarily, Fengsi cannot be safe for a long time.
On the rock of Yaoqin, Lingling Qingshang plays.Since then, I have been away from the dust, and I am in the clouds.
The feeling of being free and unfettered is rocky, and the spirit is impermanent.In the past, the bright moon was so far away.
So far, I have traveled more than ten thousand miles, and I dare not forget the beginning.The double scorpions are flying sideways, and the single swan is long and miserable.

Huo Huan weaves into plain, and green damask returns to silk at dusk.Nian Jun has only one body, who will hold on to his shadow.
Nuan Nuan Jiu Ling Ao.The speech of Cang Jing.How can there be no lovesickness when you go up and down the stage.
The weak mourning is a handyman, and I don't want to ask for Wuzhi.Shuozhen is born with virtue, and algae are too mysterious.
I want to give it to my wife, but there is no fragrance to plant.If Gou Neng has a heart, why bother to eat it.
The stars are against Ishise, and the river drum is against Jialin.The powder touches the clothes, and the plume covers the sun.

In the quiet period of thousands of years, the soul will be shared by all ages.Under the Sorrowful River Bridge, Ledu Fengyingsen.
It's not far from Zhan Yuliang, and the god of sleepiness is obscene.
Seri Xun has been shavings, and the valley of the secluded waves has changed.The cang vines cross the clear trees, and the twigs are full of Gu Kun.
The dragons fight each other and fly, and the white clouds are full of sorrow.The wind is broken on the north wind, and the palace of waves and candles. There will be times when there is happiness, but gold and stone are not in love.I walk in the desert, with the wind blowing on my face.

The moon is shining brightly, just like this coral hook.Qionghu is flying and elegant, and the electric window is decorated with joy.
The state of floating clouds is heavy, and Fusangzhou is gentle and gentle.The Yao Pavilion is built on the trees, and the jade catalpa is shining on the pheasants.
The beauty is born in the southern country, and she likes the golden harp even more.Fibrous as hidden thunder, back and forth like waves.
Gu Chang smells the inner beauty, and the hair is clear.Entertaining the mind should be pursued, and good pleasure can be sought.
The strong wind covers Du, and the bamboo shoots blow mayflies.Keep this pine and cypress heart, and seek advice from Handan.

When I climb up to Beimang, I look down like an ant.Longshui swayed with trees, and black magpies became night charms.
Sheng Yu is the leader of Yang, and Dan is empty and charming.When you see the nobles in the morning, you will be tired when you see the name in the evening.
In the past, there was a fairy Su, who returned to see him once in a thousand years.The Huabiao is like a monkey, and the bronze man is also weeping.
Feeling this Chaoshen Mountain, Changsong reads Danmi.In this matter, I am deceived, and the medicine is not like yours.
Ruzi has no plan, sleeps day and night sweetly.

Flying fox peeps beside me, sneaking mosquitoes control my room.Gou or not Long Biao, good plans will also be lost.
Taiwan pavilions are easy to be steep, but pearls and jade are bleak.If you don't have passion and ambition, worry will make you sicker.
But when you want to invite you to travel, Gu Yu hangs down and relaxes.
If you are dissatisfied with big things, you will be restrained when things are small.The eyes and feet are dark, and the body is weak.
This is not Shun Rao Le, the destiny has a rest.Why not let the bells and drums stand, and the crickets chirp.
May the words show your life, and Fang Shu will be content.

Crying mantis and dark borneol, red fat and blue clothes.The dew sinks into the water, and the curtain leaves are flying tightly. The candle dragon rots the silver kite, and the broken wind touches the copper door.When I saw a gentleman, my fragrance was like Tonghui.
Pan Chi sleeps for me, and Xiang Yi wears it for me.Swallowing water breaks people's minds, and Cyan Dai has a slight love curtain.
The cloud is chaotic, and the scorpion drives to clear the surrounding area.Since there is frost and dew, I don't hesitate to make people beautiful.
The love comes and the dream is still there, and the Hyun Hyun forgets the sound emblem.I even heard the song from the sky, and I have complained about the violation of love.
The carving is desolate, and the embroidery is even more desolate.Weeping peppers worry about fans, and it's hard to post Cuiyi. The charming is not the cold winter, why is Xuanling forced to face.Guests come from afar.Yi my book calendar.
The king's heart is blown away from the Yao tree, and the concubine's heart is full of flowers.Words have deep meaning, but joy is not easy.
Feel the heart of the old man for a long time, so the heart can still be remembered.
Where are the guests coming? Post my calamus stone.The calamus has nine knots, and the stone is coral color.
The life of Huai is full of dreams, burning with one heart.The golden boudoir flows by itself, but the fragrance is hard to carve.
Holding this song, the white scorpion, the meandering Luan shines on the sun.
The golden paste makes the moon bright, and the wind trickles the green apples.At this time, I want Yule, but my heart is still sad for a long time.
Play tuna white melancholy, autumn prow He Jicheng.It is difficult to believe in phenology, and there is no arrogance in the past.
There is no shortage of old days, and I am restless about it.