Before:
A cut of plum blossoms
--Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, lightly undressing Luo Shang and wearing a lotus flower alone Boat.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers drift by themselves and the water flows by themselves, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
Drunken Flower Yin
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain eliminates 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.
Later:
Wulingchun
Li Qingzhao
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows.
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Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows. The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ones chosen for you are all very classic.
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