Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
This was written by Li Qingzhao when she missed her husband. I miss my husband and look forward to his letter. At that time, few women in the boudoir dared to write such bold poems, only her! It contains the deep feeling that Li Qingzhao is reluctant to leave. She expresses her endless love for her husband with delicate and euphemistic brushstrokes, and expresses the artistic conception of the novel with ordinary and unremarkable words. The whole poem is sincere and rhyming, and runs through it in one breath, writing the parting words incisively and vividly.