Poetry in my heart.

A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.