What are the poems describing the injury of the sword fairy?

Li Qingzhao searched and searched, desolate and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? It's too late in the wind. Yan Guo is also the saddest thing, but he is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, but they are worn out. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.