A poem describing ambiguity

I will not regret that my belt is getting wider, and I will languish for Iraq; If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, it will be sooner or later; The earth endures, and the sky endures; Sometimes both will end, and this hatred of cotton is endless; The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. It's a tough night at this time

Dianjiangchun

Li Qingzhao

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Seeing someone coming, socks and gold hairpin slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

Untitled by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

The stars last night and the wind last night,

On the west side of the studio and on the east side of the cinnamon room.

Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix,

The mind acts on the mind.

Through the wine of spring, when it warms me, I will remind you how to bet.

One after another, we rolled the dice under the crimson light.

Until the drums call me to do my duty,

I got on my horse and rode away, like a water plant cut off and drifting.

Satisfied, please adopt.