"Yong Yu Le·The Sunset Melts Gold" by Li Qingzhao
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The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much spring is coming! During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there will be no wind and rain? Come and summon me, bring you a beautiful car and a BMW, and thank him for your wine, friends, and poets. It's a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and the boudoir has a lot of free time. I remember that I pay more attention to the three or five, paving the green crown, twisting the golden snow willow, and competing for the Chu. Now I am haggard, with the wind and frost on my temples, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Excerpts from "The Peacock Flying Southeast"
I have an embroidered waistband, the richness shines by itself; a red tent tent with sachets hanging from the four corners; a box curtain of sixty or seventy years old, with green silk ropes , things are different from each other, and there are all kinds of things in them. People are despicable and things are also despicable. They are not enough to welcome future generations. They are left as bequests. There is no reason for this today. Comfort us all the time, don’t forget us for a long time! "
As the rooster crows, it's dawn, and the bride puts on her makeup. She wears my embroidered skirt, and everything is in order. Silk shoes are under her feet, and her head is shining with tortoiseshell. Her waist is as smooth as silk, and the bright moon shines in her ears. The fingers are like peeling onion roots, and the mouth is like holding red pills. The delicate steps are unparalleled in the world.
Excerpt from "Mo Shang Mulberry"
Luo Fu is good at mulberry picking in the south of the city. Corner. The green silk is the cage tie, the osmanthus branches are the cage hooks.
The Japanese hair is in the bun, the moon beads are in the ears, and the purple qi is the upper skirt. Excerpt from "Song of Everlasting Regret"
The clouds on the temples are half asleep, and the flower crowns are not neat when they come out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy's mantle is fluttering, just like the colorful clothes and feathers dancing.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.