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Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow Search" in Song Dynasty
Description: The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now?
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When I saw those chrysanthemums, I knew that the flowers were gaunt and did not have the elegance of "Dongli handles dusk wine with faint fragrant sleeves". The poet thought: In the past, when her husband was alive, how beautiful the days were, singing poems and sorting out ancient books. What about now? I am the only one left in this endless loneliness. So things are different and people are completely different. "Old weather and old clothes, only feelings, can't be like the past." Facing the lonely geese and chrysanthemums alone, I feel even more desolate. I put my cheeks in my hands and my eyes were full of tears. Fear of dusk, gain day. In the face of this gloomy day, how can a person endure until dusk? Longness makes loneliness even more terrible. A person, even time feels slow.
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Li Qingzhao's "slow sound search"
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!