Chapter 9 Twenty-four Poems of Wuyin Grass as a Gift to Song Shangmu and Others

There is no delay in perpetual dwelling, and it is defense when you think about it.Self-healing in drifting, detailed in case of materials.
Youzi finally sees each other, and Qinghui is also with Kang.Ping Fu Gu Yian, chatting about the Weiyang.
If you go to Roujie one after another, you will forget it even more.Lanjun is full of energy, which makes me long-term.
Just talking about the reasoning of the area, planting thoughts to go.Silence has a profound attitude, Xiao Lang, the sharp bandit.
The majestic and scattered discipline, the generosity of the overlord.Talking about the affairs of the world, I hurt every day.

If Si enters the letter of Long Xie, he will feel a lot of hesitation.Ceqi and body, pitch He Yangyang.
Reading and shooting and hunting, disdain to barbarians.It is a pity that this promise will not be promoted for ten years.
Every Jun Qingming artifact is often hidden endlessly.It's really hard to pay a confidant, and Zhongye is always unhappy.Read this Shao Huafa, Yan Zhitong Qiushuang.
Yunlian Yuanxiu Zhengqiuming, Ye Luoqinghui looks directly at the light.The water vapor phase has not collected from the smoke, and the color of the maple forest is hard to fill.
In the suburbs of Pingjiao, the rice is freshly washed, and the heron sings at night in Daze.It is not to say that Maoling is worrying about enough reason, and the crescent moon in Longtang is in Jiangcheng.

The Milky Way is moving and the clouds are cool, and the barren grass is boundless and the road is long.There are stars across the county, but there is still no clear corner to warn Yuyang.
It's hard to control the sadness in the distance, and it's hard to control the withering Qi in the evening.Since the Qinghui is worth relying on and hating, the old garden can be hindered.
Cang Ran Wanshu Baiping smoke, sow down fish and dragons for years.People are like Xu Xuandeng looking timid, and guests are like Pingzi learning and worrying.
The empty house of the Goddess of Konghuai is near the misty chapter of autumn wind.Where is the sunset drifting away, and the fluttering wild goose wings lead alone.

It is so light that the cranes sing the wind, and the blue frost blows into the face in the middle of the night.Rigid Jian is in the state of cloud, and the jagged first descends to hide and become a clump. The sunsets in Wuyuan cover each other, and the new autumns in Sansuke are different.Correcting the head is only worrying about the many battles, and it should be known that the mighty is also the time.
The haze is dark and the Pinghe River is dark, and the autumn things are deeply fascinated by the grass whiskers.Don't tell the dark clouds drive the wood down, but look at the solitary duck in the shark's room and bath.

Nantong Shuifu is full of cedars and black trees, and the north shines on the plateau with dry shadows.Shaking the white feathers to the autumn wind, worrying about the war horse waiting for Shanyu.
The distant flying birds look at the plain, revealing the floating and sinking Momotun.This day, the wind and smoke are given to Sizuo, and Wusun has no labor to bow and arrow.
The fish and geese look for fresh air, and the water-cooled grapes are like a hometown.The melancholy and chaotic clouds are still extremely high, and the darkness is unbearable.
Changfeng sparsely gathers without ever tao, and Jiao Pheasant suddenly seeks to go to Gao.Jia Di Hengqiu threw himself into the abandoned Pu, and the wind and smoke met the Xu Tao that night.

Yun Yan shades Jingzi when it is urgent, and the red smoke is mixed and high.Looking back at Wanlong not defending now, Cui Wei really wanted to lose Xu Dao.
The fish wave is the new week of the water, and the high willows are also hooked by the wind and fog.In the dawn rain, it turns into a lilac crane, and in the evening, the smoke lives in the dense grass to harvest.
The eagle in front of the gray is very light, and the stars in the wet river are gradually disappearing.I don't know how to pick medicine, and the clear frost flies to the sky.
New vision of dense water, worms and constants.The galaxy is light but not straight, and the birds are full of spirit.

The shape of weeds is very large, and Chouwu has been growing for a long time.There is still a sense of indifference, and the night is far away from the vines.
Qiubi is as desired, and Chengya is similar.The number of patterns passes through Qingse, and the number of folds creates microturbulence.
The clouds are solid and the trees are deep, and the frost is falling on the night orchids.This feeling is even more subtle, and a hundred medicines are actually effective.
The moon streams in the West Bamboo Stream, miscellaneous and cloudy.The osmanthus shadow sinks into the tiles in the sky, and the loose posture does not abuse the group.

The fish fly and the rice is dark, and the owls go to the grass.But when you feel the time, you can share your spirit with yourselves.
Looking at the rules and affairs, Jiao Yue is miscellaneous.Fangzhong surpasses mutual knowledge, and many stars can be violated. Although the soap carvings are Japanese, the rivers are not without support.Sad Huai Liang Zi Er, who is not close to micro few.
In the night of Furong, the mandarin fish gushes out, and this evening, the scorpion comes to dream.In order to have a clear and empty Yuan Pavilion late, no labor and secluded butterfly flowers.
Immortals want to go down to guard against the deep desert, and Cang Ying enters Dou Mei lightly.It's already Mingwen's star dew meeting, and it's too late to see Wu Ciao outside the lantern.

The shadows of the wood are solid and mixed, and the clouds of water are cold.The waves of the fish are already intersected, and Fu Jingxin can be enlightened.
Mo Shenfeng chatted out, and the deep fog gradually disappeared.For those who still think about being different, where is the Xiangling?
The idle state is full of new tuna, and the extravagance wastes the continent.Jiuqiu is sad and hunting, Wanli is sad and worried.
Daze is not the end, it's really rare to make friends with each other.I am ashamed that the rest of my body is striding forward, and the red bird is reduced to soaring and floating.

Clouds and autumn things float around each other, and the whole moon, Hua Tong, wants to merge.The smoke in Shi Jing's debate becomes more and more desolate, and the red window's new depression returns.
The feathers of ordinary people play beautifully, and the grass and clear waves are opposite each other.It's almost the third dial of the quxian, and most of the galaxy is still in its infancy.
The turning bird will be far away, and it will be late to see the fall on Zanmu Danfeng.Qingyuan wants to be like light and luyin, and deep leisure is probably known by Zhonggong.
It is heard from a distance that Chanse is swaying, and Tingyun is unique in the evening.Songge and Huagang are all in charge, and Keshi is already in the early stage.

When Difeng first went to see Yuanfang, there was a deep hidden osmanthus.The kingfisher keeps its toes away, and the beautiful flowers are getting colder and colder.
Even the fish floats in the empty stream, and the smoke willow sinks and brushes lightly.It's close to Qing Ping moving against the ripples, and Qiu Teng He Ao can also grow green.
The mist alone leads a more secluded posture, and the Langgan in the sleeve is still held today.The world is clear and bright, and Zhongju is spoken, and there will be a meeting in Pingyuan Gaohui at that time. Because of thinking about the shadows of trees, the forest is straight, it is too late to feel the four cold embroidered feathers.It is known that the star sword in the hometown is there, and the Langao Qiudi has been deserted.
Lili Hezhu is always sad, because it is far away from Xia Shuping.If you don't have a domineering spirit, who will play on horses and read high-definition.
The wind blows and the fallen leaves turn Xiangwan, and the chrysanthemum shadow Dongli wants to linger.Lonely Wenyuan things happen repeatedly, and the sea clouds and autumn are bright.
The western hills have turned green, and Gengmu Chengzhi has also seen the opposite.Far away, the public is empty, the forest is light, and the near one is dark red maple.
Listening to each other, standing cranes are like deep meaning.Be wary of the cold flowers in the dusk.Because Qiu Rong is painting the corners, most of the barren terraces are grass descendants.
Flows and streams of shadows enter the Yuliang, and the medicine path Qiuyan gas has been injured.The rugged world belongs to the Caoge.Suburban Shenyong is afraid of teeth and masts.
The smoke buds decline and the willows are still sunny and beautiful, and the sun is shining and the river fence is falling yellow.Since the red frost night is bright and extinguished, Wen Lian Dan is always in the way.
Feeling the frosty air in Erdu, I will be famous when I say goodbye to autumn.Plum ice is easy to hang on the leaves, and the snow on the fence is light on the branches.
Nine wans are offered to Xuanke, and they will see quartz all the year round.Whoever asks about broadcasting, since it is close to the alchemy scripture.