Chapter 6 Sixteen Poems of Wuyin Grass: Sitting Alone and Waiting

In spring, Cheng sits alone, and the quietness misses the year.The smoke in Bizhu is cold, and the jade dream in Qingxi is still there.
The spiritual wind is as long as before, but the joy of water is not as good as before.Because of the color of red grass, there are Yan Ying pity.
I was so sad yesterday, but now I feel hurt.Immortals are self-sufficient, and flowers and birds are light. Jade towers are often in spring, and golden hooks are cool at night.I don't know the moon tonight, I really regret taking pictures of the empty room.
A long spring is full of bright sun, blue mist, clear clouds, rosy grass and light grass.Green pistils with fragrance are all shadows, yellow beards without warmth are alone and passionate.

When will the spring breeze be misty, and the bright moon will be fresh to this life.The sky provokes infinite thoughts in the boudoir, and the purple orchid is self-evident.
Pittosporum blossoms on the highest branch, Biyufei is slightly fragrant and the tree is late.Fenshui should be lonely, but Lantian is the most luxuriant.
There is nothing wrong with the deserted corners of the city, and it is also known that the guns fall from the sky.There is always a home that has not been returned, and the Songyang sword is not Pingyi.
The desolate pavilion is facing the rivers and lakes, and the green fashion hides the big black in the city.Wanyu asks about talent, and Shenliang beacons word coral.

When the bright moon blows the reed pipe, countless partridges rise from the clear sky.I am ashamed to read the nerves and have different notes, and I don’t realize that there are elegiac songs when I am worried.
Fufeng sings to the cold, and Hongtao touches and looks at it in April.Summer clothes bend left from the white horse, and the cymbal song is clearer than Wu playing.
It is not easy to hide a thousand pieces of gold and yuan, but it is also difficult to answer a piece of paper to join the army.I want Rongyang to explore the dragon's sting, my heart is strong and my feet are in decline.

Desolation is famous for its generosity, leaning on the evening kite on the top of a hundred-foot building.Gou Zhu talks about who is the most dangerous in the army, and Wei Han talks about when the sword is flat.
In the sky, the crane feathers are straight, the wind and smoke are straight, and the blue water whale is calm and clear.Only the big star is high in the middle of the night, and the people of the past are proud of my love at this time.
Nianzi is endless, and at the same time, it is free from thought invasion.If you don't know the amount of worry, how can you expect to be calm.

The important words are sent by Linqi, and the body of Xingbo is heavy.From now on, we will be interested in each other, and we will naturally think deeply.
The avenue is solid and beautiful, and the depression is the same.Words should not be exhausted, how can other threads come true. All the grasses are happy to be there, so why should Takagi think about it, and when will the ranger fall.
The bells ring and the leaves fall, the ancients sighed.Yu Ye was sitting in danger, hating this true form for a long time. The situation is almost unforgettable for those who are sad, and those who are lonely are easy to meet.Because of the meaning of imitating the modesty of the world, I made two words.

Listen to the bell ringing, how deep the ringing is, and the lightness of the demon bar Yanmeng.The tassels and green feathers are not continuing, and the green feathers are mellow and clear, and the crows are shining on the green maple roots.One maple and two maples are not enough to cry, and the irritability of the string is still unclear.Desolate and sad.Surprised concubine thinking, moving concubine love, concubine thinking vertically and horizontally Chen Hai sings a curved arc, you can't have many stars under the lovesickness tree.Play willow hate hard alone, and sing hibiscus to your heart's content.The moon has gone west and the stars have sunk.At the end of the frost, the dew has not poured.The concubine's heart is in chaos, and the king's thoughts are not fully alive.The situation is different, but there are still many worries.How dense it was in the past, how sparse it is now.I shed tears for this, and listen to my chime.

Sad fallen leaves, overlapped and lost.The loss of each other is sometimes exhausted, and the past is endless.When the osmanthus trees are in full bloom, who will know when the rhetoric is gone?Who knows, who will regret it?In the past, the spring breeze was prosperous and prosperous.Today, it is rustling and yellow, it is autumn, Ling Chunfeng, it is autumn, and we meet under morning flowers and evening pistils.Sad fallen leaves, fallen leaves are difficult to fly.The short branches have also been broken, and the high branches will no longer be there.I wish to get needles and silk, each needle and thread will attract more meaning.Needle and silk can also be measured.Don't be afraid of root gratitude, but be afraid of the autumn wind and cold.The autumn wind urges the face, and the fallen leaves urge the liver.Speaking of my sister, Ye Luocheng is ugly.

There is a dangerous building leaning against the vastness, and I am alone in love with the upstairs.
Xiadu used to be a horse-riding place, and Atong is now a cockfighting tour.
Langao not only should still be beautiful, but the bright moon is cast by Wanhe.
My home is near Furong Changsha, and Lianyu has nothing to worry about.
The wind of the water is deep, and the concealment is so high.Qing Qinyi is neutral, and the strategy is to see me quietly.
Clouds and things are complicated and complex, and Yan Lang resists the flow.Overlook the threshold to indulge in the group potential, and stay from the sound of the dangerous family.

Huan Er wrote Da Yu, and slim star received it.How can the five strings be clear, and it is not my plan to accumulate thoughts.
From then on, I feel sorry for Yan, and I am afraid that I will reduce the weasel.Appreciation only knows how to give, but it is difficult to listen to music.
Lingyi vibrates the end of the wood, but the dew is still ups and downs.Xixuan He Lu is gone, insomnia is more worrying.
Tsukiran giant bat, Park I pine torch secluded.The big black is beautiful, and the Pengniao is sad and ready.
In addition, there is too much breath, and the burning beauty blocks time.Great righteousness can be admired, but strong Fang cannot be respected.

Because of his sorrows, he also cherishes Danqiu.Shenmu is hard to get, and Lei Pian is not easy to find.
This is the most beautiful girl, and there is nothing thick about it.Ande is boring and charming, and the hero is like a dragon.
Alas, Yu Jianghaisi, mighty and trouble-free.Qingyi is not a ghost, but Xuanhe is a wandering in the dark.
Although Ming Tuan is exhausted, there are few moths.Touching and looking forward to the people of Sri Lanka, the wonders move the forest.Jin people are like Luanfeng, bending phoenix An Nengqiu.
In the middle of the valley, there is a rest in Xiaofang.Nianzi Qiuyan, dazzled by Xishan.

The Sui bird is sad and does not return, and the weeds are light.When it is in its prime, it is full of fragrance, but there is no sound emblem in the sinking situation.I think of the person who holds the calf, and I turn to the You Chong Wei.
Immortals are so bright and practiced, how elegant is the colorful bun.Fleeing from the Eastern Mongolian language, the light strategy recruits Shenyuan. Climb to Xuanlongshuo and read this secret treasure.Xuantai pulls out lust, holds Danling strong.
Why take the white Lin and blow the wind and smoke.Lingfei is in Beizhu, and Balang plays in front of me.
In the past, Huasheng was charming, and the moon was bright and bright.Lin branches with green feathers, and double mirrors with hibiscus light.
Claiming to be firm and prepared, Xiangxie is like a reed.So far, the quality of jade has been promoted, and it has become more and more autumnal.
There are mixed flowers and phoenixes, and the bright lights shine on the beautiful ducks.Don't answer Zhu Xian, Lin Niao mourns Jintang.
Desperate, frost and dew are forced, and the elixir has no fragrance.Looking at the Southwest Star, I feel happy alone.