Dianjiangchun
(Li Qingzhao)
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sorrow.
Cherish spring,
When will it rain?
Leaning against the fence,
Just not in the mood!
Where are people?
Even the sky is falling,
Look at the way back.
Qin Yi goose
(Li Qingzhao)
Lingaoge,
Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Wulingchun
(Li Qingzhao)
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
Can't move, a lot on my mind.
Slow voice
(Li Qingzhao)
Looking for it,
Cold and clear,
Sad and sad.
When the temperature was warm and cold that day,
This is the most difficult to arouse interest.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?
Wild goose crossing also,
Is sad,
We're old acquaintances.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard and hurt,
Who can pick it now?
Look at the window,
How can you be black alone?
The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, little by little.
This time,
What a sad sentence!
A bell ringing in the rain
(liuyong)
Cold and sad,
Yes, Changting is late,
The shower began to stop.
Everyone drinks without emotion,
Nostalgia,
Lanzhou urges hair.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears,
I was speechless and choked up.
Think about it, traveling thousands of miles,
The dusk is boundless and the sky is vast.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,
What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Where to wake up tonight,
Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
Over the years,
It should be a good time and a good scene.
There are thousands of customs,
Talk to who?
(2) Modern
①
If it still rains after rain
If there is still sorrow after sorrow.
Please don't keep me waiting.
You can never wait.
No reason
Just for that eternal promise
②
The rainy season has come, tears no longer come, the wind and rain pour down the world, and the mood soothes my thoughts.
I know that love can't be demanding, just as I know that summer will eventually run over my heart and leave a deep imprint on eternity.
When the red beans in the south are all red, the tears will not flow. Don't shake hands, never say goodbye, I will fly away.
You smile, and your face is golden.
The day is coming, and my place is blooming.
The vines are green and spread on the balcony.
I was standing at the window at that time.
Read a sad poem over and over again
Standing there, I was like a rusty railing.
In autumn, some words become more and more difficult to say.
Fallen leaves return to their roots, a word "love"
fail
Even heavier than a meteorite.
I know what love is.
When the storm of the mind
Roll it up and overflow my eyes. ......
Where is a duckweed going?
Come from Qian Qian
Youyoulang
Piaopiaomeng knot
stare blankly
Look at the silk roots on her green stream.
Cold journey
Silent pond
Lu' an Jing Qing niaojiufang
moribund
Gradually forget
Fibrinogen finger
I don't know what to think.
Where will the fallen flowers in Mo Wen be?
It hurts to fall.
Heart flow also hurts. ......