Ancient poems with continuous drizzle.

(Song) Li Qingzhao speaks slowly (seeking);

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window alone, how can it be dark! The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!