Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice": "Looking for it, it's deserted, miserable, and miserable. It's the hardest to catch your breath when it's warm but still cold. How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him?" The wind is coming in the evening, and the geese are passing by, but it is the old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up on the ground. Who can pick them now? How can I be alone in the dark rain at dusk? Bit by bit. This time, there is no such thing as sadness!"
Another poem by Li Qingzhao: "It rained heavily last night, and I couldn't help but feel the lingering wine. But the begonias were still there. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin!"
Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries": "The West Lake is beautiful after the fragrance is over, the wolves are red, the catkins are flying, and the weeping willows are singing in the wind. After all the tourists have gone, I feel the spring sky, the curtains are lowered, and the two swallows return in the drizzle. "Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo": "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not sing the flute and walk slowly. The sticks and shoes are lighter than the horses, who is afraid of it?
The top of the mountain is shining slantingly, but it welcomes you. Looking back to the bleak place, go back! No rain or shine! ”