Li Qingzhao
I often think of dusk by the river.
As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!
After having a good time, we rowed home.
Mistaken into the depths of lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
"Original check"
Ouyang Xiu
Last January, the flower market was brightly lit.
Liu Weitou on the moon, people about after dusk.
On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights remain the same.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Title Chengnan village
Cui Hu
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.