Li Qingzhao's "Collection of Shuyu", Li Zhiyi's "Guxi Ci", Ouyang Xiu's "Six Words", and Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling" are all very good works.
Stepping on the sand and walking Ouyang Xiu
The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking.
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
Every inch of soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don’t lean on dangerous railings when building high.
Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
"Yu Meiren" Li Yu (When is the spring flowers and autumn moon)
When is the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.
The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
"Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Li Yu
Gao Gao was strolling leisurely in the distant night pavilion, just after the Qingming Festival, he woke up early to feel the late spring.
The sound of rain and the wind lingered, and the hazy moon and clouds came and went.
The peaches and plums are in the shadow of spring, who is on the swing, whispering in the smile.
There are thousands of emotions in a heart, and there is no place to arrange it in this world.
Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Temple
The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back!
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Qingpingle Huang Tingjian
Wherever spring returns, there is no way to go.
If anyone knows where Chun is going, call him back to live with her.
Who knows if there is no trace of spring? Unless you ask for oriole.
No one can understand a hundred warbles, because the wind flies over the roses.
Rain Lin Ling Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to stop.
Drinking in the Dumen tent has no thoughts, and in the place of nostalgia, the orchid boat urges it to go.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival.
Where will you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them!
Eight Sounds of Ganzhou Liuyong
The Xiaoxiao dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky, washing the autumn.
The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is in the cold, and the remaining light shines on the building.
This is a place where the reds and greens are fading and the flowers are gone.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward silently.
I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to remember when I think about it.
Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind?
I want to see a beautiful woman makeup the building and look up. I miss it a few times and return to the boat after seeing the sky.
Striving to know me, leaning against the railing, I am feeling sad.
"Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wind comes late and the wind blows?
The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but we are old acquaintances.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers.
Who is worthy of being haggard and damaged now?
Guarding the window, how can one live in darkness alone?
The phoenix trees also drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
"A Cut of Plum Blossoms" by Li Qingzhao
In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat. He undresses his clothes lightly and gets on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I raised my eyebrows and took it to my heart.
Fengqi Wuliuyong
Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is soft, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy.
In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, it is speechless who would lean on the fence.
It is also intended to be a maniac and get drunk, singing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless.
I don’t regret it as my clothes get wider and wider, and I feel haggard because of the beauty.
One of the four major banners of the Graceful School, the middle name of the Four Banners is "Bouyu": Li Qingzhao
One of the four major banners of the Graceful School, the middle name of the Four Banners is "Don't Hate": Yan Shu
One of the four major banners of the Graceful Sect, the middle name of the four banners is "Love": Liu Yong
One of the four major banners of the Graceful Sect, the middle name of the four banners is "Shou Zong": Li Yu