The Spring Festival Gala of Wuling by Li Qingzhao, a Poet in Song Dynasty
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Appreciation?
This word was written by the author when he took refuge in Jinhua, Zhejiang for five years (1 135) in Shaoxing, Song Gaozong. She is fifty-three years old. At that time, she was already in a state of ruin, her dear husband died, most of her treasures were lost, and she was homeless in a foreign land, and her feelings were extremely sad.