(Tang) Li Shangyin's Untitled
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
(Song) 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.
(Song) Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
(Song) Li Qingzhao's Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
(Song) Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai Xiao"
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair.
Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook.
I'm afraid it won't be hard to leave my arms, so I want to say a lot of things.
New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. ?
Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times.
Read Wu Lingren far, smoke locks the piano building.
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Li Qingzhao, born in Zhangqiu, qi zhou (now Zhangqiu, Shandong), is a native of Yi Anju, Han nationality. A poetess in Song Dynasty, a representative of graceful and restrained ci school, was known as "the first talented woman in the ages".
His works include Collected Works of Yi 'an Jushi and Yi 'an Ci, which have been lost. Later generations have a collection of Yu Shu's ci. There is a collation of Li Qingzhao's collected works today.