Drunk Flower Yin Author: Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Partridge Sky ?Author: Li Qingzhao
Lock the windows in the cold sun, and the phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over. Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
Partridge Sky ?Author: Li Qingzhao
Dark and light yellow body with soft nature, only the fragrance remains. Why does it need light blue and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the picture railings are opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet is so ruthless, why didn't he end up with nothing?
Resent the king and grandson, remember the king and grandson? Author: Li Qingzhao
Dili Spring Festival Gala. Chongmen deep courtyard. In front of the green grass steps, wild geese break off at dusk. Who is sending the message upstairs? Hate endlessly. Passionate nature leads to provocation. Difficult to put together. It’s also cold food. Swinging alleys, people are quiet and the moon is setting at the beginning of the month. Dip pear blossoms.
Resentment to the King and Sun ?Author: Li Qingzhao
The wind on the lake is vast, autumn is already late, and there are few red and fragrant flowers. The scenery of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are so wonderful. The lotus seeds have become old and the lotus leaves are washed with green dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early.
Jade House Spring ?Author: Li Qingzhao
The red crisp is willing to put the buds into pieces, and explore the southern branches that are not in full bloom. I don’t know how much fragrance it contains, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and his eyes are stuffy and worried, and he can't lean on him. If he wants to have a drink, he will come and take a rest. The wind may not blow tomorrow.
The Proud Fisherman? Author: Li Qingzhao
It is known that spring has arrived in the snow, the winter plum blossoms are dotted with delicate branches, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the beauty is wearing new makeup. Wash, fate may be intentional, so the bright moon shines on the land, and the golden bounty respects the green ants. Don't be drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.
The Proud Fisherman Author: Li Qingzhao
The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn mist is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing; it is like the soul of a dream returning to the emperor's residence, hearing the sky's words, and asking me diligently where I am going. I reported to the road leader that the sun was setting, and I learned a poem with an astonishing line; the wind of ninety thousand miles is rising, the wind has stopped, and the boat is blowing to three mountains.
Yong Yu Le ?Author: Li Qingzhao
The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much do you know about the spring spirit? During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there will be no wind and rain? Come and summon me, bring you a beautiful car and a BMW, and thank him for drinking, friends, and poets