Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Selected from Li Qingzhao's "Breaking Lips".
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. As soon as the guests came in, the socks shoveled away. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers. Li Qingzhao's Confessions
Liu Yanmei Gilles has felt the heartbeat of spring. Selected from Li Qingzhao's Dead Hua Lian.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. Selected from Li Qingzhao's Lonely Goose.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha"
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. From Li Qingzhao's "Reduced Magnolia"
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are not everything, I want to cry first. Selected from "Wulingchun" by Li Qingzhao
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. Selected from A Dried Plum by Li Qingzhao.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. Selected from Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flowers"