Li Qingzhao's autumn poems are intoxicating.
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner.
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.
Feeling: Double Ninth Festival, the night is cool, the mist is gloomy, and the wine roll is dusk. If people are yellow flowers and alone, where is the sweetheart?
A cluster of plum blossoms
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is 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.
Feeling: the west building is full of moons, and the blue boat is alone. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure worries, the residual lotus root and the return of geese are a sad season.
Slow voice
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 in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
Feeling: yellow flowers are everywhere, warm and cold at first sight, leaning against the fence and caring little by little until dawn.
Quail day
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Feeling: In late autumn, there is first frost at night, autumn has passed, and the day is still long. It is better to get drunk, and the east fence is fragrant.
Li Qingzhao's classic "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.
Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform
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 am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. 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, smoke locks Qin Lou. 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.
Dianjiangchun
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks and golden retriever slipped away. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.