Chapter 49 Poetry of "Wulin Inn"

Li Qingchou The traces of the mountain are unknown to the people, and the spring rain and dew are hidden in the sleeves. Often steal autumn medicine from the Yaochi, and even hoe to plant purple lucidum. Although the blue eyes are worthy of a plume and phoenix, how can the red face be as good as Qiongxi. Once the rivers and lakes are gone, there will be no dust, and the jade hands will join hands to share the eyebrows. Ling Baohe Several acacias are opened in the middle of the hand, and the frost crane is controlling the dew at the edge of the sun. The old dream turned around several times, and the floating life wandered anywhere.

The dragon soars in the desert sand and the snow flies, and the phoenix sings and Qin Guanyu makes the stage. I can't bear to watch Qiuhua invade the green blood, and I look back at the clouds and mourn for thousands of miles. Ning Jiuwei Drunk with the rosy wine glass on the blue bar, and the crystal plate of the delicate tree with diffuse makeup. Long thinking about the thin spring clothes of the homeland, waiting for a long time in the barbaric green and Dai Dai. The jade chrysalis catches the dragon and the wind dews, and the spring fragrance stays among the dream flowers. Floating life always seems to be a smile, and the moonlight is still lonely and cold.

Guo Ao Depressed and angry, the sky is stubborn, and he returned with a frown. Take advantage of the horse's whip to wave Doufu, and go upstairs to distribute Wanghanguan. A phoenix dance shocked the heavenly majesty, and the dragon chant on the four walls shocked Xiaolan. Yong and Qing'e period grow old, Xiao Xiao Mu Yu Li Qiu Luan. Shangguanhong You can also hold the emerald bell attentively, hiding the bright beauty to confuse Chonglong. In front of people, the embroidered face is hibiscus purple, and the clothes on the body are lonely red. A smile is sweet, the old man is old, and half-cooked suddenly has a big dream.

Whoever pities the wandering will eventually hold on to it, and the jade base is hidden deep in the palace of the Han Dynasty. Xiao Nagano I fold my clothes and want to move to the wilderness, and the snowy night shines and my hair grows. The grandson of Fenghe Tian is parrot crossing, and Emperor Longxian controls the amber cup. Send a message to open the thunderbolt, and spread the word that Zhantan is distracted. Who remembers being passionate for twenty years, stained with fat, tears, blood and red makeup.