Chapter 14 The grass on the lake is in spring

There is always smoke in the Dan Pavilion of Yeqiao.In front of the shadows of flowers, there is nothing in the air of spring.After Beipu asked who Fangcao was, there should be love in Xileng.
Watching Tao Zi night talking about parrots, folding willows and lonely pavilions and recalling cuckoos.If the life of a goddess is a dream, why not let the wind and rain shine on her.
Touching and looking are all secluded, and Lili wants to blow carefully.The peach blossoms warm the water, and the wandering girl plays with the river pole.
The zither in the Zhuge is late, and the orchid is late in the tree.I should pity the dream of Fangcao, but I still have to wait for the rolling curtain to know.

The cold moon shines on the purple orchid bushes, and the willows wait for the good wind.There are fragrances in the small garden, and the new flowers are full of dreams.
See you at the golden blowing oil wall, and see you in the middle of the night when you make spiritual clothes with jade.A tree of red pears was even more melancholy, clearly covering the painting building.
It is even more depressing when the lights are dim at the end of the month, and the horse is blown by the wind and dust at night.The willows have become the hatred of geese in the early days, and the peach blossoms are still in the spring of Yingchun.

There are still new traces in Qingcong, and the red tears belong to the old people every year.Fangcao can also invite the wind to blow, so lovesickness is different from Luoqiaojin.
The Nine Yi weak waters are buried together, so why bother to recall the old memories in the west.The jade bowl turns like smoke, and the golden lamp is as endless as the sky at night.
A mountain cherry tree is lost in the fairy well, and the dried peach leaves are thin and windy.Under the pines and cypresses of eternal love, I only worry about wind and rain like Qinhuai.
Gossamer half of the butterfly back, it seems like floating flowers into the tree.Why do you need to shoot horses in Shangsi, Qingming still serves as a cockfighting platform.

There are apricots in front of the grave of the desolate Hui tent, and the back plums are planted in the vast Xuanting Pavilion.Only Xintong flowers last month, pear souls are silent and open at five o'clock.
The microwave is full of moonlight, and the sound of sirloin leaves is cool.Every time Du Yu sends his hair with the golden tube, the spring breeze is not as long as the jade cup.
Invite parrots into the painting boats, and new girls weaving phoenixes.What's more, the beautiful flowers are light and the butterflies are inside, and there is orchid fragrance within ten steps.

The clouds in Xiling come from Xiaosen, and the ridges are high, the rocks are deep and the water is deep.Guibai hills only have fallen leaves, and pears are red and big valleys know the spring shade.
Shanyang felt the flute most, while Dongye heard the virgin piano.There are still pastoral poems returning guests, and Luochuan chant infinitely late.
Xiuxiu Linjing is in Gaoke, and I have traveled to the West Garden this evening.Who will bandit the crane across the water, and the empty mountain without trees is also microwaved.
Huang Meizi combines with the rain in Qiantang, and whoever repairs the bamboo will pass the song of Geng's tomb.The setting sun is pregnant with people on the river, which makes Pingziye most worried.

Cong Lanfei flies like autumn clouds, and the emerald nest is empty.In Ye County, Shuangfu is occasionally seen, and in Nanyang, there are tin-fragrant chariots.
The willows in Heyuan are now snowing, and the grapes in the Western Regions are blooming early.If you don't believe that the eyebrows cover the Pearl Pavilion, the lovesickness should be the jade hook.
The spring breeze is infinite and the flowers are changing, Bao Se He Yao's voice is secretly sold out.Lu Nu's bullets are empty and the moon is empty, and the Xiangjiang River is about to return to the tide. I just heard that Xiao Huanzhui Su Xiao has already learned from Dong Jiao by Yingying.After the misty rain in the lonely west cold, there are only peaches and plums across the bridge.

In the desolate past, cranes and cao toured, and pines and cypresses chanted the wind above.The officials in the court have no hooks and leaks, and the haze is still Shaoyue Hengzhou.
Pity the hibiscus tree at Pukou from a distance, like a peacock tower in the mountains.Since then, I hope to meet you once, and the abandoned palace and well are full of worries.
Cangcang people's boudoir scene, Wei Huo is self-sufficient.The stone dew is clear and the pine is white, and the spring breeze is mixed with yellow trees.
Yingying is still raining, and the clouds are chaotic and want to invade the clothes.Today's Hometown Festival, verdant and peaceful.

The spring breeze dawns and the cherries rise, and the flowers in the embroidered pavilion are beautiful and sunny.Peach branches and langzhi branches partly shine on people, and clear water Yanjuan jade is laurel.
Zhulan's hands can't help being red, and the grass is evenly distributed and naturally purple.Xileng is graceful and graceful, double back Luan, and Hui belt is like smelling the moonlight.
Pity the heart of cornel on the temples, full of vibrancy and viburnum.Mingxia falls from the nest of the phoenix, and the white butterfly begins to feel the love of the fan.
Danzhu weeps at night and sings wicker, dreaming of the Yinggui boudoir in the sky.At this time, the red powder floats high on the branches, and the cardamom fragrance is deep and the flowers do not continue.

At dusk in the brothel, the heart is lost, Rousi folds into the golden bed.Pan Chi Yuyan has nothing to send, and there are mandarin ducks abandoned by the roadside.
The pavilion on the water in the west of the Bicao River, the smoke and the moon are empty and dark.The hibiscus is bent and the golden waves are cold, and the willows are blue beyond the sky.
Who sings the falling wood in the night, but the spring river invades the stars when you look at it.Yao Lian is everywhere, and Chang Xiao Wuxin Pavilion is self-reliant.
Lin Gao once felt like a hometown, and Cangbi was like hearing the sound of Mount Lu.Autumn Pu is in the dark and cold water, and the spring flowers cover the wet singing warblers.

Danxia will recognize Yantou, and Bijian will also be illuminated by the top of the tree.Why did Songyang not go back, Zhuang Zhi Xueli could choose a name.
In the east of the embroidered curtain in the small courtyard of weeping poplars, the remnants of Yingge Pavilion have not been reunited.Most of the west is cold and cold, and the peach blossoms are among the beauties.
Every year, red tears stain the Qingxi River, and the spring water and east wind break the willows.The bright moon suddenly moves and the new leaves are cold, and the crying marks are only in the west of Zigui.
The green plums in Xiangxian rustle, some of which are sold in the wind and rain.Countless red orchids poured down on the body, who knows that they can't turn back after many twists and turns.

The misty moon in Nanping is heavy at dawn, and the drizzle is like deep tears.There are still warm and fragrant double nymphs.Flying pink characters are concentric.
Poor flowers on the sub-branches at the beginning, pruning the green luan on the wet road.Moved sadly to the willows, but Du Yu from Xileng never covered them.
When the green smoke sweeps across the cool night, all the cherry blossoms fall and darken the green pond.Hate to kill Yanghua is like tears, and the spring breeze and spring dream are blowing again.
The jade in the new water of Qinghu Lake produces smoke, and the fragrant grass is falling in love with geese.Reminiscing bitterly of the old birds in Qingling, the peach blossoms have never returned.
Worry to see that it belongs to Yunonghuaji, Ziyan turns over the wet green clothes.The lonely spring breeze can't afford the fragrance, and the residual red should turn into rain.
Qiantang used to be the state of emperors, and the tomb of Wu Mu was here.The Youyue flag hurts the leopard's tail, and the wind and rain in the heavy lake separates the head.
In the past, Hu Qi was in the palace hall, but this night is boundless and connected to the guard tower.There are now rumors of wars in the country, and Tian Heng's tomb is full of sorrow.
Yutai looks at each other with a gloomy purple spirit, and the elder's high reputation moves all directions.The white head is the reputation of the sheep in the sky, and the golden lake and the sea are decorated with Wei Tuo.
The spring breeze fills the bottles in the north, and the night moon in Xijing grows by itself.As far as Xinling is concerned, who can take the position of Longwo in the Central Plains?
Gao Qiu lives in Shangyin Chaisang, and some guests have visited the thatched cottage.The yellow butterflies add flowers to the sky, and the green doves cry and the moon fades away.
The falcon in the Songyan nest turns over the fruit, and the boy moves the piano and knocks on the bamboo house.I want to write a poem to Zhongwei, the lonely cloud is lonely at Wangchuanzhuang.
Every time I recall the collection of Hualin, I talk about traveling with Yuepu.Tong Yan vomits Chunliu, and Du Ruo plays Fangzhou.
The little phoenix perches on the tung tree, and the morning glow leads the osmanthus boat.There is no crimson snow in it, it is still left by white clouds.
Zizheng also passed on to the middle base officer, and Jing Dan moved Chang'an with a letter.It was only then that the Yushu Piyun Pavilion was launched, named after the golden stem bearing dew plate.
As Fu Xiongfeng dragon battlement rises, Huairen Mingyue Rabbit garden cold.You should know the meaning of Tongfu's tragic song, and spend the night when you are worried about cutting candles.
Shaobao is a peerless man, and his fame is sent to Liao Kuo.When Fang Qi uses troops, how precise is his battle defense?
The spirit swallows the dragon, and the career goes high.Sitting and seeing the driver come back, Zuo Xian died.
Once the fate of the dynasty shifts, Rang Ju's plan begins.West City recites Baiyun, and the wind and thunder are lonely.
Don't you know the objection? Count what the public has learned.Feeling sad and unlucky, so I committed a crime.
For two hundred years now, the elves are in the valley.When I come to the West Lake, the eaves are even more desolate.
The barren grass sings and the crickets sing, and the blue sky crosses the osprey.The pines and cypresses are dark and the hills are long, the withered mulberry is noisy and the birds are noisy. The setting sun is empty with tears, and the British wind is actually Antuo.Since the public replaced Ling, several people called him Zhuo.So hikers, weeping overlord slightly.
There are many nights of secluded birds, and beautiful women are sad at night.The mountain hall sings high words, and the black crane sings the clear pool.
Falling into the stream leisurely, I have more thoughts when I climb up and look at it.Playing the piano among the rocks, is it necessary to rock osmanthus branches?
The moon rises and flows into the golden pond, and Qing songs are in full bloom.The female dill was born in Beishan, and the clouds came to Huagu.
Returning to this wonderful event, the next banquet can be expected.Leading to sigh the vastness, each of the four seats has a long consultation.
Whoever sees Wenxiong outside the things will be full of new thoughts overnight.Fu Lixuan talked about Gao Luoxia, and Qianyuan was good at Jiangdong.
Fuqu together contains the Zhongshan song, and the willows should be the same as the wisdom to scratch the wind.As an old guest of Huating, I know that Yu Lun is in Sikong.
Sunset and night cloud cover in Kongchuan, smoke scene unintentionally ask Wuling.Because of the spring breeze lightening Hepu, the reason is to seek the autumn flavor and dark fish.
Jiang Li loves Tao Pengze from himself, and thinks about Zhang Jiying with a bottle of wine.I even recall my old friend Feng Maoqu, where to send water shield ice when I miss you.
Traveling to the end of the world, I feel Saihong, and I am Jiang Feng when I say goodbye to my old friends.Wucheng is broad at night with the sound of the tide, and the sea is clear and clear.
In the birthday month when the barrier cigarettes are sold out, the wild cattail rises to prominence at sunset.Whoever pities the taste of wine and elegy is not the same as the water in the peach blossom pool.
The cool scenery of the hanging garden and the appearance of the objects are always suitable for the stone building.The family is connected with Luopu Qiyun, and the people rely on Xiangjun to release Hechi.
The flowers are full of dawn, and the pearls are covered with blows, and the warbler crows and blows into the jade clothes in spring.Yiyu also has Huaiyuan Yin, and the green clouds and osmanthus flags are in the flute.