Chapter 5 Nineteen Poems of Wuyin Grass
The secluded body is close and vertical, where Youwen lives.Feeling things like Mengyuan, reading Zhi Tuo Chenghong.
It's hard to change the coldness of thinking.The phenology is changing and burning, but the darkness is still clear.
Chunyue has a hair, and Meteor has no sperm.The shape of the jade is too tortuous, and the green curtain is empty.
Often fearful of the world and speedy, clever as light as smoke.Why do I see stagnation, so I can't think clearly.
The idea is self-firm and accurate, and everything has never exceeded.Ming Zhen is the most touching, and it takes only a moment to lose play.
Shangzhi Huosu period.The next ambition is rooted.There is no way for Zhu Yan to be fixed, and the light is different when they go hand in hand.
Luo Ci is full of love, and weaving ideas can be restrained.Jiaojiao East and West Cen, not to mention God first.
Purple orchid shade and flying cover, Jiangjie Huanhua District, generally like melancholy.May the child be safe from danger.
Longtang turned back to the sky door at night, and the sound of the wind nest was faint and low.Jinlun sings Dongting wet on the day, and the talisman flies on the tiger festival.
Lieqian Jiangdi Ai Rongguan, the end of the Huangzhi well in Guidian.In Kaihe City on North Yinhe Road, Zishaolong is small in Guangzhou.
Under the sea breeze, the cherry is red, but the spirit has not returned to the fairyland.The whale's brilliance can't be blown away, Xiao travels thousands of miles to Lingyang Palace. Lei Zhe said countless words, and Xie Lindou rode the cracking waves to go.All night, the pearls were white, and there was no trace of the smoke in the tent.
Zhuoqing Pavilion is empty for movie fans, and the bead curtains on the boat are half sheltered from the wind.The misty fragrance eliminates the fish key, and the exquisite branches are short and red.
At the same time, the butterfly dreams in the Milky Way, and in the Puluan Chaoyu Mirror.After going through chaos and worrying about going away, it is easy to wait for Chumpeng poorly.
It is the old toe of Yuan Haisou in our county, and the tomb is beside it. The false movement of the Maotang can be tolerated slightly, and the forest scenery is secluded and distant.Unlike Chengyan, where there are many kinds of sunflowers, there are five acres of Lieting sunflowers left empty.
The poet has already written the river dwelling room, and there are often remaining tombs here.It is always the place where Zhen's family lies high, why should Shanyang write more poems.
The Qing tide goes down to Xizhou, and Canyun goes to Jiangbei.The golden well crow crows, and the wei tent warbler looks like a child.
In the middle of the night, the flower water is carved, and Huangmeidu is seen in the distance.When crossing, there is no spring, and the dream of spring sows fragrant trees.
Cherry blossoms under the tree, covered with red jade shackles.When Huafalang doesn't come, the concubine goes to Ah Zhen's house.
Zhen's house is close to Heyang, wearing golden hibiscus dresses.Hibiscus is dead and fragrant, and leaves are old and hornets are green.
The bees fly to the purple pods, and the amber smokes.Reminiscing that Lang Lang will not come, I will be sad when I die.
One string and one worry, Wang Lang goes upstairs.Lou Gaoren cut off, but complained about the double luan hook.
The luan hook is as white as water, and the stacked willows are uneven.Lovesick for thousands of miles, stirs up the hyena pine branches.
Hyena pine and Chinese catalpa, the calendar is still light autumn.The autumn wind must be misty, blowing my concubine to Xizhou.
The head of the flying bird floats, and the white clouds send chastity and privacy.The years are in the garden, and the scenery is not abandoned. Taking Xue Gaohe's clothes, it's hard to hold on to righteousness.Shatang has also been realized, Wushu has also been extravagant,
Lushui is in Shengxiao, Biyue asks Qingsi, Li Biao suddenly cuts off, Dongzhi has selfishness.
People live between heaven and earth, worrying about crescent eyebrows.How much is there, and the leaves are also resigned.
I'm afraid that if I don't realize this, I will perish forever.Husband and wife are irresponsible, good friends often waver.
I can't go far, I can't read it.Worry comes or doesn't come in time, staining clothes can't stop.
The spring breeze is easy to become a couple.The spring rain accumulates into silk.Who can see Youyin, how late is the son coming.
If a word goes against the Tao, forgive me for Dashi.
When I recalled it, the aroma went up to the next level.
The golden shop is full of moon shadows, and the wind in Yuhu is late.It must be seen in a wonderful state, but it is hard to think about the city.
When recalling sitting, melting and rippling arise naturally.
Xi Shijiu Huahui.Fang Yi wandered into.In the spring breeze, slim and graceful share the same love.
When recalling food, Zhu Yan is as beautiful as jade.
Even subtle human feelings, love seems to be weak.Don't wait for You Aizi, melancholy is easy to eat.
When remembering sleep, Bo Yan is tender.
The heart is easy to pity and read, but it is really cowardly and lingering.But pity the remaining fragrance powder, where there is no demon beauty.
When I remember, it turns to the moon steps.
Zero make-up carefully examines, and the joy follows.Shenxu piled up for a long time, because the wind supported the thought.
Reminiscing about the time of farewell does not seem to cherish the ups and downs.
The meaning is swaying, and the gratitude is also complex.The spring grass is waiting for the curtain, and the light is clear and the spider hesitates.
Yang Huafei went away with tears in her eyes, and Yang Huafei came with intention to return.Poor Yang Liuhua, she can't bear to think about entering Nan's house.
When Yang Hua left, she didn't have a hard time thinking about it. When will the Nan family's knot return?Yang Baihua doesn't hate Feishi entering the boudoir, but hates Yanghua when she first picked it up.
Don't hug Yang Huafeng's nest, but love and affectionate.I wish to have the strength to know the spring breeze, and the flowers will go away at night and leave at night.
The jade curtain is dark and silent, and the spring grass turns into the moonlight.I remember that in the misty rain, the family lived in Mochou City.
There is a lot of fog in the red silk nymph. If you don't believe it, the wind will blow long tonight.After staying, the spring breeze haggards itself, and sad people rise up like weeping poplars.
The Qingcong stone road is already ugly, but the smoke and fog are cold.I love to sing the middle song of the new cicada tent, but I don’t want to play it in the rain.
Acacia luan sends out dreams and receives tides, so don't worry about the deep worries of the carved railings.The bright moon is full of color for him, and he can only smoke two to long.
The room is dark, the clouds are dark, and the Song Dynasty is late, and the flowers are fragrant when whispers.Thinking of the place where my mother can dance, who knows that the red beard can be handed.
Tens of thousands of reeds are exquisite at night, and Xiangcui can still hear the warmth of the tent.From then on, Sijun had to go and look at the phoenix trees under the water essence curtain.
In the green lacquer building in the west of Yangliu Lake, it is heard that the wind is blowing and the water must be hooked.Hengtang Road is the most boring place, and the bright moon and clear frost are also worrying about the grass.
The characters of green silk and butterflies are like frost, and the half-locked poplar flowers are more musk-yellow.Swallows don't know that they are in the mist, and they fly to shame the purple mandarin ducks.
Every year, the wind and rain are exhausted in my life, and the spring light in my dream is doing my best.It caused half of the Yuanhe River to flow, and the sorrowful people have been unbearable since then.
When the leaves of Albizia julibrissin are falling and hurting, you will never miss you and you will know it.Since then, I have no intention of thinking about it, and the red place in the blue space is the most lovesick.