Li Qingzhao
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish spring and let it rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way back is broken.
A slow voice
Li Qingzhao
Looking around, cold and lonely, sad and sad. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to rest.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
There are yellow flowers all over the floor. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Bu operator. Residential Works of Dinghui Garden in Huangzhou
-Su Shi
When the moon is lacking, people will be quiet at first. Who saw you living alone, misty and lonely?
Startled, looking back, no one was saved. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the lonely sandbar is cold.
Zui Hua Yin
-Li Qingzhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the golden beast disappears. During the festival, there will be a double ninth festival and a jade pillow gauze cabinet, which will be cool at midnight. After drinking wine in Dongli at dusk, there will be a faint fragrance on the sleeves. Immortal, west wind shutter, people are thinner than yellow flowers.