Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Ling·Last night the rain and the wind were sudden"
I often remember that the sun is setting in the Xiting Pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don't know my way back. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Ling·Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset"
There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Worrying Days"
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn"
Things are different, people are not the same, everything is over, and tears flow first when you want to speak. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun·Spring Festival Gala"
The flowers fall and the water flows. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Red Lotus Roots and Fragrant Jade Mats in Autumn"
The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·The bun hurts the lazy spring and the comb is more relaxed"
This time, how can there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
Why should it be light green and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky·Osmanthus"
I asked the person behind the curtain, but the begonia remained the same. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream: Rain and Wind Last Night"
The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. ——Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips: Boudoir Thoughts"
It's the Double Ninth Festival again, jade pillows and gauze kitchens, the coolness starts to shine through in the middle of the night.
——Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers, Thick Mists, Thick Clouds, and Everlasting Days"