Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin"
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum"
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart
Li Yu's "Poppy Poppies"
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past. There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon.
The carved lanterns and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I asked you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.