The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. -Li Qingzhao's "Point Crimson Lips and Boudoir Thoughts"
A bun hurts spring, and you are more careless in combing your hair. -Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha Hippo Chef, Injury to Spring, Unintentional Comb"
A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days. -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge and Sweet Osmanthus"
Tears wet Luo clothes full of powder. -Li Qingzhao's "When Hualian dies, tears are wet and Luo Yi's powder is full"
Wet the swing at dusk. -Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha Dandang Spring Cold Food Day"