Selected five poems by Li Qingzhao.

1, "Sound Slow Search" searched and searched, deserted 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 in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

2, "Like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting" always remember the sunset in Xiting, drunk and don't know the way back, and return to the boat at night and go into the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

3, "Like a dream, the wind and rain suddenly started last night" last night, the wind and rain suddenly started, and there was no need for residual wine in deep sleep. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

4, "A prune, red lotus root fragrance residual jade autumn" red lotus root fragrance residual jade autumn, light solution Luo Shang, alone to orchid. 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 under the eyebrows, but in my heart.

5, "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog, Thick Clouds, Long Day" Fog, Thick Clouds, Long Day, Ruinao Golden Beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.