Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Li Qingzhao, a piece of plum
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang,
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
When the word goose came back,
The west building is full of moons.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water.
A kind of acacia,
Two luxury.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Just frown,
But in my heart.
Li Qingzhao speaks slowly.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is also the rain in Mao Mao until dusk, dribs and drabs.
This time, what a sad sentence?
Li Qingzhao is drunk with flowers.
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
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.
Huanxisha
The Moses cup is dark amber,
Melt before you get drunk,
Better late than late.
Ruinaoxiang disappears and dreams are shattered.
Break the cold, make a bun and loosen it,
Wake up, time and space are red for candles.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, the sky is thin and spring is still early.
The shirt was in a good mood at first.
Sleep when you have a little cold,
Plum blossoms burn on the temples.
Where is my hometown?
Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burned while lying in the water,
The fragrance and smell of wine have not disappeared.
Complain about one's feelings
Come to Shen Zui late at night to remove makeup,
Plum calyx is attached with residual branches.
Wake up drunk and break the spring sleep,
Dreams never come back.
People quietly,
Yue yiyi,
The green curtains hung down.
Move the stump more,
More fragrant,
More time.
within walking distance
The wind will blow the flowers deep,
There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.
After bloom, a begonia from Changji,
It's spring.
The wine column sings jade and respects heaven,
The blue cylinder is black and bright.
Dreams are unbearable,
Many crows □ (left "definitely" right half, right "bird").
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
In the heavy snow every year,
Often drunk plum blossoms,
It's no good moving all the plum blossoms,
Win tears in your clothes!
This year, the ends of the earth,
Flowers grow on the temples.
Look at the night breeze,
So plum blossoms should be ugly.
Qin Yi goose
Lingaoge,
Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Spread happy sand.
Rubbing gold is light,
Cut into layers of jasper leaves
Grace and spirit are as strict as fu,
It's too bright.
What's so vulgar about plum blossoms,
Lilacs are bitter and rough.
Smoked through a thousand miles of dreams,
But ruthless.
Spread happy sand.
When I was sick, my temples rusted,
Lying watching the broken moon on the window screen.
Parching cardamom with tip in water,
Don't share tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are so idle,
The scenery in front of the door is rainy.
Borrowing money from others all day,
Oily resin.
Pick mulberry seeds with words
Who planted banana trees in front of the window?
Yin fills the atrium;
Yin fills the atrium,
The fragrance of fallen leaves is exciting and lingering.
Sad pillow on the rainy night,
Drop by drop;
Drop by drop,
Worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening!
Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
Can't move, a lot on my mind.
Zui Hua Yin
The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad.
Renau Xiao Jin beast
This festival is the Double Ninth Festival.
Jade pillow cabinet,
It's cool at midnight.
Put wine in the east after dusk,
And Dimfragrance and sleeves.
Don't die,
The window curtain rolls west wind,
People are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nangezi
The stars are spinning in the sky,
The curtain of the world hangs down.
Cold pillow with tears,
Tell me more about se, what is night?
Emerald lotus is very small,
Golden lotus root leaves are thin.
Old weather, old clothes,
It just feels different, hometown!
The resentment of the prince and grandson
The waves on the lake are boundless,
Autumn is dusk, red is thin, and fragrance is less.
Water and mountains are close to people,
Endless, endless.
Lotus seeds are getting old,
Green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou will not look back,
Like hate, people return early. These words are all from an outstanding poetess [Li Qingzhao], and most of her words are bleak.