Poetry describing courtship

Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? It's too late in the wind. Wild goose is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus and drizzle,