An optimistic and heroic poem, dying.

well

Li Qingzhao

Always remember the sunset in Xiting. As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back! Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. Fight for crossing, fight for crossing. Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.

well

Li Qingzhao

It was windy and rainy last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. 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 red.

Yujiaao

Li Qingzhao

When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, Wen Tian asked me where to go.

I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.

Zui Hua Yin

Li Qingzhao

The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Put wine in the east after dusk. And Dimfragrance and sleeves. Don't die, confine the west wind, people are more embarrassed than yellow flowers.

Wulingchun

Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything. Tears flow first when you want to talk.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid I'm going boating in Shuangliu. Can't move, a lot on my mind.

Slow voice

Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

The yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, withered and damaged, and now no one can pick them. Looking out the window, how can you be alone?

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.

Summer quatrains

Li Qingzhao

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.