Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn,
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book?
Yan Zi returns, and the West Building will be full tomorrow.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.
There is no way to eliminate this situation.
Just frown, but straight into my heart.
Li Qingzhao's Memories of Xiao Blowing the Phoenix Terrace
Golden man,
Turn red,
Get up and brush your hair carelessly.
Ren Baoyu was covered in dust,
Hook the sunshade.
Afraid of parting,
How many things do you want to talk about?
New and thin,
Non-dry wine,
Not a sad autumn.
Take a break,
Those who go back,
Millions of "sunshine passes",
It's hard to stay.
Studying in Wu Lingren,
Smoke locked on Qin Lou.
Only the running water in front of the building,
Thinking about me all day, staring at me.
Staring at this place,
Now it's added,
New sadness.
Zuihua Li Yin Qingzhao
The fog is thick, the clouds are sad forever, the spirit is refreshing, and the golden beast disappears.
After dusk, the wine in Dongli is full of fragrance.
"Huanxisha" Li Qingzhao
The idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not heavy, so leaning against the building can't be with the lyre.
It's far from the mountain, the evening is in a hurry, the breeze blows the rain and the shade is light, and it's hard to thank pear blossoms.
Li Qingzhao, Dianjiang lip
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish spring and let it rain.
Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way back is broken.
Li Qingzhao, the order of a dream
Last night, the rain suddenly dispersed, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "