Chapter 12 The Different Fu of Wuyin Grass

The grass is weak and the vermilion is extravagant, and the scales sink in the evening water.And the blue moon is in the river beams, and the autumn wind is in the forest.It refers to the golden boudoir in the plain biscuit, and the emerald mantle in the heart of the piano.Saying goodbye here, I can't help feeling sad.Clouds and clouds seem to float, and the springs start to fall.Touching the eaves and tents is cool, and blowing the silver zither is which one to write.Emphasis is placed on the early cold of the scorpion flower and the crimson powder of Yutai.It is not only unwrapped but stretched, and the fragrance remains.The night of taking the red medicine is bright, and the morning hates the green orchid.Will be a distant friend, look forward to the lonely cloud.So Minghe is about to fall, and Yule is half looking forward to it.Hua Taoxia Xi Wang Sun Ma, Chong Liuxue Xi You Ziyi.Leaves from Yuangao.Pull the eye [clear] the gossamer of the fog.Go to me through the sparse forest, across the microwave of the river.Originally, it rose from the plains, and became more accessible and became a river.The traces of beauty are gone, and the grace is in the past.Cover up the mother of electricity and not resist.Miscellaneous water industry and often lonely.Thinking of the beautiful woman, Jiang Yu, touching Luan's hair, and worrying about it.And the murmur of Yaose.A total of wind and no entertainment.Thinking of the scorpion of all the clans, alone and Yu Xi are rushing.Whoever passes away and ignores it will know it in a vague way.Sincerely sad, indescribable.More like a poet in Xuanpu, a talented scholar in Luobin.Put the wheels in Bowang, swing the clouds in Longchi.Jiahefu Chen, Lige is played suddenly.The silver pistils are folded on the Longshang, and the Jiaoxiao House is in Chitou.The official Jingluo moved to reprimand Luofu.Don't shoot the big banner.Ascending the Golden Valley without swimming.Sighing the broken powder of papaya, listening to the mournful sound in the Qing Dynasty.Or the matter of Shuo Lingling, or the couple of Nian Nanpi.The salty resignation is successful, and the work is the most worrying.It is also like a boy in Heshuo, and a tiger in Nanyang.Feel the black horse and the court steps, hit the goshawk and go to the palace.The wind is narrow and the sorrow is getting worse.To build and to change.The benevolent guest restrains his soul, and counts him in white clothes.The left-handed man will not return it, and the yellow dust will do what he wants.Suddenly the day and night are dark and warm, and the cold scene invades the clothes.Don't worry, don't worry, everyone doesn't know, what is sorrow, sorrow for a strong man.But there are ten years of falling into the enemy, and one sword holds revenge.Will be in Guangliu, or hide in the tongs.A total of decaying grass Xi Banjing, Yan Shi Lai Xi set food.Death floods in the deep abyss, and Kuang Yu is in the room.The wine is not as good as the chanting, and the meal is at the end.Go up the song river and touch your clothes, look up at the foam and take a deep breath.If the chi of Wumen, the meaning is originally Linqi.The guest of Daliang, the soul died north.When dancing and wandering, it hurts even more its danger.Even if you hide your fan in Yanzhou, but the real pearl factory leaks out, the kindness is sudden, and the etiquette is too much.Watching the flickering of the yam feathers and the lingering of the dragon's curtain, the thoughts are solid and bright, but there is nothing to do with it.Hang down the Chu group to disturb and lean on it, and send the gods away from the phoenix ribbon.Hope that the tail of the pheasant is in Russia, and the distance between the golden and the chi is deep.Guangling at dusk, leaning on the fence to adjust the water.It is like the purity and emptiness of the palace, and the Langman of Yichun.Nai boarded the boat and sobbed, don't worry about its long time.And if the pink feather forest, it is only given to ward off evil spirits.The new favorite of Tongwuzhang, and the release of Houba'an.Zixiao is far away, and golden strands are full of tears.It is even more like closing the green tombs with long accumulated snow, and marrying the eternal Wusun in Jueyu.Just like the clouds and cicadas in thousands of miles, that is, the evening of smoke and neon.Yanshan dawn breaks Liaoshui.Red bananas are astringent and say goodbye to Chan Ai.As far as Ruo Ling'e is about to comb on the ninth day, and Shao Rong is going to cross slightly on the Qixi Festival.The moon reflects clearly and creates rainbow strands, and the dew flows to open the Fanghe River.The narration of the sky covered with heavenly clothes, the melancholy picture of the sudden cloud flag.There is also Tuoxian Ayu Ziyou, and the jade mirror in Handan.Just as the coral shines, the rhinoceros is lingering.The spring breeze on the mourning pavilion sighs at the jade face.Originally, the meaning of Dugu is Miao, and the love of Dou Nu is beautiful.There is a song under the Mausoleum of Toad, and the rain in front of the Swallow Tower.The poplars are rustling and the Yingying mound is gray, and the berry moss is rustling on the four tombs.The water formula of sorrowful ointment, light and bright, lasts forever.Gu Yuhe's laying and climbing, Zhi Yuhe's recommendation.How can it be that there is no fear in the West Garden, and there is no need to worry about the southern country, the first Cheng Huan will not replace the face, and the death will not be disobedient.Junge folded willows in Zheng Feng, and concubines chanted in the sky.The night language of different cherries is not from the dynasty of Luoshui.Since the sparrows of 罘罳 are dark, the ducks of pity orchid musk deer decline.According to Qinggao, it's sad to see Pan Ma.Swaggering around, flowers falling and wandering.The knot is in Pingle, and the other name is on the high platform.The king has a decree to drink, and the concubine has a mournful voice. Playing it again and again will only hurt people's hearts.The sad husband has been together for a hundred years, and they are all grudges.Things have to participate in business, and there are difficulties and difficulties.Although you know yourself and you must say goodbye, even if you don't say goodbye for a while, you must say goodbye.I hope that the white head will return together, and I hope that the will will be steadfast.The sword of Yanping, which is as common as Yanping, sometimes merges.The hairpin of the plain will never be lost.