Drunk stay, the old name of Yuefu; Jiuji is a new talent tune. Write the spring resentment of picking a shuttle with Jiayu's Qingge. The chapter sends hate, and every word is deep. Respect China and dare to be a slogan.

Throw a wisp of silk into the shuttle's heart and weave nine machines again and again. I never know how much I know, and I hate the spring breeze for a long time.

A machine. The time of knitting flies. Lan Fang never sleeps at night. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Two machines. Under the moonlight, people are quiet and quiet. Are inextricably linked. Weave it into a piece, weave it into brocade and send it to Iraq.

Three machines. There is a flower playing in the middle. Delicate red, tender green and bright spring. Be sure to fold it early, one thick and one colorful, and don't treat wheat straw.

Four machines. Yuanyang wants to fly together as soon as she knits. The poor old man is white first. Spring waves of green grass, deep in Han Xiao, are relatively bathed in red.

Five machines. The period when the soul is tempted. The branches of Albizia Albizia are connected together. Under the double-headed flower, two concentric places, a pair of young people.

Six machines. Carved flowers and brocade are half separated. Lan Fang has no intention of staying in spring. Furnace seal script is a long line, and embroidery is late.

Seven machines. Spring silkworms spit out all the raw silk. If you don't teach, it's easy to behead Luo Qi. Cai Feng, the immortal bear for no reason, has two kinds of clothes.

Eight machines. Delicate hands live all the time on the charming banks of the Shu River. Musk deer, embroidered quilt in greenhouse, delayed to return.

Nine machines. A heart grows in a hundred flowers. A hundred flowers blossom and a pile of quilts are red. I hide my head in spring, so I'm not afraid of sleeping for a long time.

Light silk. Like a jade bed, the hands are novel. Flowers and grass, bright and beautiful. Dressed as a tailor, singing and dancing in spring, flying butterflies and orioles.

Spring clothes. It's sad to dye with plain silk. The world is dull and colorless. It should be abandoned forever like the autumn fan, and there is no time to serve you anymore.

The song flies down and paints Liang Chen, dancing and embroidering. I wanted to hate on the plane, and suddenly there was a heartbroken person in front. When you return to China, you will be good.

○ Song Dynasty's Anonymous Nine Chapters Collection

Song's anonymity was due to the words of the Minister of Agriculture who abandoned his wife. Sad and beautiful, wonderful ancient Yuefu also. Seven words were deleted from the consolidated list. In Daya, two pieces of Yuefu Elegant Harmony and eleven excerpts were collected. The essence is exhausted, so you can see the whole leopard. As a cloud said, "A machine. Pick mulberry and try on spring clothes. The sunny day is warm and weak, and on the peach blossom branches, Yingying sings and refuses to let people go home. " Another cloud said, "Erji. Under the moonlight, people are quiet and quiet. It is inextricably intertwined, woven into one piece, and returned to the text, which will be sent to Iraq. " Another cloud said, "Third Machine. Wu silkworms are old and young. The Dongfeng banquet ended in Changzhou Garden, and the maids were urged to change their dance clothes. " A thorn in the tongue. Another cloud said, "Four machines. Yuanyang wants to fly together as soon as she knits. The poor old man is white first, the spring waves are green, and the depths of Han Xiao are relatively red. " Another cloud said, "Five Machines. The stripes weave Shen Lang's poems. There is a saying in the center that no one will meet, no sadness, no haggard, just send acacia. " It means extremely loyal. Another cloud said, "Sixth Machine. Carved flowers and brocade are half separated. Lan Fang has a plan to stay in the spring, and the furnace is added with a small seal, which is getting longer and longer and embroiders later. " Another cloud said, "Seven Machines. Spring silkworms spit out all the raw silk. Don't teach me it's easy to cut Luo Qi, I wasted it for nothing. My fairy and Cai Feng are divided into two clothes. " Hard work, unwilling to study. Another cloud said, "Eight Machines. Palindrome knows which poem it is. Woven into a bleak meaning, I have been watching, and I am bored and speechless. I can't bear to think about it. " Another cloud said, "Nine Machines. Two flowers, two leaves and two branches. Since ancient times, fickle feelings have been separated from each other, from beginning to end, tied to the heart and crossed a line. " Double flowers and seven characters, so kind. The first three sentences are cautious, you can observe and complain. Another cloud says, "Light silk is like a bed, and jade hands are novel. Flowers are blooming, tailors are dressed up, singing and dancing in spring, flying butterflies and orioles. " There is a feeling of sadness in the language of happiness. Another cloud says, "Spring clothes are as pure as silk. It's sad to die. The dust is light, sweaty and colorless. It should be abandoned forever like the autumn fan. There is no time to wait on you. " This chapter is the most painful, as if it was said by a derogatory person, as can be seen in the second sentence. In short, it is also dusty. Desolate and resentful, the sons of all evils who have been orphaned through the ages have read it and should all cry together. Nine-piece machine is pure Xiaoya and Lisao. Chinese characters are the best and have reached the peak. Although Meicheng and Baishi can't.

Nine machines are all complaints.

Nine machines are all works of complaint. Its origin goes: "Those who stay drunk are the old names of Yuefu. Jiuji is a new talent tune. Write the spring resentment of picking a shuttle with Jiayu's Qingge. Zhang Zhang sent hate, and every sentence was romantic. " There is a cloud in the poem: "One throw of the shuttle's heart and a wisp of silk, nine machines weave again." I never thought about how much I know. I hate the spring breeze for a long time. " We can see that this is a gift.

○ Nine machine words are out of tune for a thousand years.

When it comes to Jiuji, the height is still coquettish, and the second time is also a midnight lament, which is also out of tune for a thousand years. Gao Wen's ci selection is unique and unsolvable.