Li Qingzhao and Li Bai's troubled poems

Wulingchun Spring Festival Evening

Li Qingzhao

When the wind stops, the dust is fragrant and the flowers are exhausted, and the hair is tired at night.

Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to go boating.

I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

Is this all right?