All Li Qingzhao's poems can't be done without a capital, and don't be wrong.

"Shu Yu Ci" [Song] Li Qingzhao's southern songs turned the stars in the sky, and the curtain (Cui) on earth hung down. Liangsheng's pillow is full of tears, so he can untie his clothes and talk about the night. Cuitie lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather old clothes. Only feelings, not like the old home! Turn the pond full of fragrant grass, the green courtyard, and the window screen is cold in the evening. Jade hook and gold lock, the tube is a guest. Loneliness respects the front seat, but worries about the ends of the earth. Can I stay? When you are exhausted, you still need pear flowers. In those days, he won the prize, gave birth to fragrant sleeves, and divided tea with lively fire. The dragon is proud of the horse, and the running water is good. Not afraid of the wind and rain, just weigh and cook wine and flowers. Now, it's not like the old days. Fisherman's pride (remembering dreams) meets the clouds and the mist, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belongs to the emperor. Smell the sky and ask me where I belong. I report long hours and long nights, learning poetry. There are amazing sentences. Nine Wan Li Fengpeng is a positive move. The wind stopped, and the boat blew away the three mountains. Like a dream, I often remember the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know the way back when I am intoxicated. When I am excited, I want to go back to the boat and go into the depths of lotus flowers. Fight for crossing, fight for crossing, and start a beach (line) of gulls. Like a dream (Spring Festival Evening), it rained and the wind blew suddenly last night, and a deep sleep didn't leave any wine. Ask the shutter man, but the Chinese flowering crabapple remains the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin Dolly chants that the small building of Baiju (Orchid Chrysanthemum) is cold, and the curtain is low at night. Hate raining, heartless wind and rain, rubbing (mixing) at night will damage Qiong muscle. It's not like, the imperial concubine is drunk, and it's not like, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling stole the fragrance, and Xu Niang Fu Fen, but Mo Jiang is not novel. If you look closely, Qu Ping Tao Ling has the right charm. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is clear, and it will not reduce the weight. Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, and people are infinitely reluctant. It's like sorrow and sadness, and Han Fu's resignation, like tears and a poem. In the bright (bright) month, the wind is cool, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt (thin). I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why do you have to remember more, Zepan Dongli. Bodhisattva's wind is soft, the day is thin (dusk) and spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn when you are lying in the water, and the fragrance disappears and the wine does not disappear. Bodhisattva's return to Hong broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than the light. The sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the color of dawn (ⅵ) returns to the bull fight. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold. The cup of Huanxi Shamo is deep amber, and it melts before it becomes intoxicated. It's better to be late than late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, and the cold gold bun is loose. Wake up, time and space are red for candles. The idle window of Huanxisha (Spring Scene) Yard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not heavy. Leaning on the crisscross, lonely and silent, gently fingered the heptachord. Far from the mountain (cloud), the dusk is urged, and the breeze blows the rain and makes the shade light. The pear in the yard is about to wither, I am afraid that even this oblique wind rain can not bear, it is really sad scenery. Huanxi sand is swaying in the spring and cold food days, and the jade stove sinks into the water and smokes. Dream back to the mountain pillow hidden flowers. Haiyan will fight grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has passed the willow cotton. Wet the swing at dusk. On the Phoenix Terrace, I remember blowing a flute (boudoir love/parting), and I was turned red, and I didn't comb my hair (carelessly). Ren Baoyu's cover is idle (full of dust), and the curtain is hooked on the sun. I'm afraid I'll worry about it and hate it (leaving my arms and not suffering), so I want to talk about it. This year (newcomers) are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. In the Ming Dynasty (Hugh Hugh), it's hard to stay when you go back to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wuling Spring Festival Gala (people are far away), cloud lock heavy building (smoke lock Qin Lou). Remember (only) the green (flowing) water in front of the building, and you should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, counting (adding) from now on, a new sorrow. Cut the plum (don't worry/leave), and the red lotus root fragrance will leave the jade in the autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building. Flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this feeling, only to frown, but to mind. Die Lian Hua (send a sister to Changle Pavilion in the evening) is wet with tears (warm with tears), and she sings (listens) all over Qian Qian. The long mountain (water) of humanity mountain is broken again, and it rains slightly and smells lonely. Farewell, injury, confusion. Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and shallow. Good (if) to (have) the book by the wild goose, Donglai is not as far as Penglai. Die Lian Hua (parting/spring) warm rain (sunny day) (and) the wind broke the ice at first. Liu Yanmei's cheeks (Liu Runmei is light) have already felt the spring heart. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the residual powder and flowers are heavy. At first try to sew the shirt (garment) with gold thread. The mountain pillow is inclined (inclined), and the pillow damages the hairpin. There is no good dream when you are alone with deep sorrow, but you still have to cut snuff in the middle of the night. Partridge locks the window when it's cold (at the end of the day), and Indus should hate the frost when it comes at night. The wine column prefers the bitter tea, and the dream is broken. Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is far more desolate. It's better to get drunk with the respect, and don't be negative. Small mountains spring to Nagato spring grass green, Jiang Mei some broken, not open evenly. Blue cloud cage (dragon) grinds jade into dust. Stay in the dawn (night) dream, shocking a spring (cloud). The shadows of flowers press the heavy doors, and the curtains are paved with light moons and good evenings. I lost to Dongjun three times in two years. Returning also means spending the spring. Blame Wang Sun (admire the lotus) for the vastness of the wind on the lake (the clouds lock the heavy building and the curtain dawns), and autumn is dusk, red and rare. The water, the mountains and the mountains are close to people, which is inexhaustible and infinitely good. Lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, green (clear) dew washing, apple flowers and grass. Sleeping in Sha Ou heron doesn't look back, and it seems (should/should) hate, and people return early. Linjiangxian courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are often crowded. The calyx of willow tip plum is gradually distinct. Spring returns to Liling tree, and people are old (guests) to build a healthy (safe) city. I feel how many things the moon sings, but now I am old and accomplished nothing. Who pities and languishes more? It's boring to try the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow (snuff is empty, leaving * * * injury). Zuihuayin (September 9/Chongyang) misty and thick clouds (Langyin) worry about the day forever, and the brain will disappear (spray) the golden beast. Good (when) festival and Chongyang, jade (treasure) pillow gauze cabinet, cool in the middle of the night (autumn/sorrow) first through. Drinking wine in the eastern fence until after dusk, the faint yellow chrysanthemum fragrance overflowing with double sleeves. Don't die, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than (like) yellow flowers. Good things are close to the wind, and the flowers will fall deep, and there will be red piles of snow outside the curtain. It is spring-hurting season (spring-hurting season) after the flowering of Begonia. The wine bar sings jade and honors the air, and the green wine is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable and bitter, and it is even more screaming. Complain about the night, get drunk and take off makeup late, and the plum calyx (pistil) is stuck in the branches. When you wake up with wine and smoke, you cherish the dream of spring, but you can't return (when you wake up with wine and smoke, you can't return). People are quietly, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to burn the residual core, burn the fragrance more (again). The fragrant flowers are singing among the grass on Tanabata, and the phoenix tree is shocked, which is full of sorrow on earth and in the sky. Cloud terrace and moon land (color) are locked up for thousands of times. If you come and go, don't meet. Star Bridge Magpie (Crane) is driving, and I haven't seen it for years. I want to leave my love, don't (leave) hate (leave) and it's hard to be poor. Petunia Weaver, it is nothing but separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's windy. The pot is slow in the sky (Man Tingfang/Chun Qing), the courtyard is depressed, and it is (with) oblique wind and drizzle, so the heavy door must be (deeply) closed. Petting willow flowers (warblers) is close to cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. It's a leisurely taste to make a poem. It is difficult (who) to send a thousand worries when the levy (flying) is over. Upstairs, it was cold in spring (cold) for a few days, with curtains hanging four (three) sides and jade railings leaning carelessly. By Leng Xiang's new dream sleep (dream), don't be sad. Clear dew in the morning, new (sparse) tung introduced at the beginning, how much spring. The day (cloud) is high in smoke, but what's more, is it sunny today (tomorrow)? Wuling Spring Festival Evening (Spring Festival Evening) is over, and I am tired of combing my hair at dawn/sunset. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and it is also planned to be a canoe. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried. The voice is slow (autumn love), looking for it, cold and clear, sad and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the most (positive) difficult to rest. Three cups and two light wines, how can you beat him, and the wind is urgent at night? Wild goose crossing is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone? Indus is even drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word! Who planted the banana tree in front of the window by adding words to pick mulberry seeds? Yin is full of atrium, Yin is full of atrium. The leaves are heart-warming, and the volume (exhibition) is lingering (clear). Sad pillow on the night rain, a little sad (Lin Ying), a little sad (Lin Ying). Worrying about leaving (the north) people is not used to listening. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, and have a rustling in the temples, lying and watching the broken moon on the window screen. Boil the nutmeg into boiling soup, do not have to beat the spirit of tea and eat. Poetry and books on the pillow are good at leisure, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day long and spend a lot of time with osmanthus flowers. In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, and plum blossoms are not well-intentioned, and tears are won all over the clothes! When the plum blossom is open this year, I live in a very remote place, and my ears are short and thin. Look at that night wind blowing open the plum, probably also difficult to see its gorgeous. A touch of crimson lips (boudoir thinking) makes a lonely boudoir, and a soft (sorrowful) intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain. Leaning over the railing, just no mood! Where are people? Even the trees in the sky (fragrant grass/decaying grass) look at the way back. Celebrating the Qing Dynasty, slowly forbidding the spread of flowers, and skillfully protecting the carved (red) columns will monopolize the last spring. The guests in China are graceful and naive. After spending a lot of time, I was exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting state (enchanting and gorgeous state), jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long for Dongjun. On the east side of the city, on the south side, it is a sunny day to bake the pool hall, competing for the incense wheel. Who can succeed Fang Chen when the feast is over? Better bright palace (temple), a few branches are evenly distributed recently. Jin Zun fell down and put out all the candles, regardless of the dusk. Man Tingfang (full of frost) can hide the spring in the small plum pavilion, and the idle window sells the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and secluded. The seal incense is burned out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's getting (better) to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so there's no need to climb the stairs near the water. No one has arrived, just like loneliness (muddy), He Xun is in Yangzhou. Never like rhyme wins, it is difficult to ban (comparable to) rain borrowing, and it is not resistant to wind rubbing (softness). Whose flute blows deep sorrow? Don't hate incense to eliminate jade (snow), you must channel, sweep (sweep) and stay. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is pale, and the shadows are still romantic. Yujiexing (Lonely Goose) The paper tent on the rattan bed starts to sleep, and there is endless talk and no good thoughts. Heavy cigarettes break (intermittently) the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water. The flute is played three times, and the plum blossoms are broken, which is full of spring affection. The small wind is raining hard, and it urges the next thousand tears. The piper goes to the jade building, and the heartbroken person leans with (who). A fold is worth a fortune, and no one can send it. Press: The orderly poem "Meiyuan" says: "When the world writes a poem about Mei, it will be vulgar to write it. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface is not false." The embroidered curtain (face) of Huanxisha (boudoir) opens with a smile, leaning against (flying) precious ducks and kissing their cheeks. O, to be guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send it to you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back. Shazi in Huanxi is lazy (careless) in spring, and the evening breeze falls in the courtyard at the beginning of May. Light clouds travel to and from the moon. Jade duck fumigates the stove and refreshes the brain, while Zhu Ying covers the tassel. Pass (legacy) rhinoceros to relieve cold. Complain about Wang Sun's (spring dusk) dream, and worry about wine. The treasure pillow gives birth to cold, and the emerald screen dawns. Who sweeps the red outside the door, the wind comes at night. The sound of jade flute breaks people. Spring has gone again, and I have to bear the responsibility of returning. I hate this feeling, so I want to ask Dong Jun by the cloud. Resentment of Wang Sun (spring dusk) in the Spring Festival Gala, heavy door deep courtyard. Before the grass steps, the geese break at dusk. Upstairs, I hate who I believe and who I preach. Affectionate is naturally more provoked. It's hard to give up, and it's cold food. Swing lanes, people are quiet and the moon is slanting at the beginning, soaking pears. Press: The above two words, Zhao Wanli and Wang Xuechu, are regarded as doubtful works according to Yang Jinben's Poems in Caotang, while Tang Guizhang's Poems in the Song Dynasty believe that the word "Di Li Spring Festival Evening" is Li Zuo, and the word "Dream Broken and Silent" is anonymous. In recent years, Huang Mogu's Collection of Li Qingzhao is convinced that it is Li Qingzhao's ci, which can be learned from. It is windy outside the curtain of Langtaosha (boudoir love), blowing dreams without a trace. Who is the same as painting a building? Remember that year boring use jade hairpin to fiddle with incense, now treasure incense has been burned. Looking back at Zijinfeng, the rain is moist and the smoke (cloud) is thick. A spring river (wave) is drunk and awake. Leave Luo Jin tears the day before yesterday, play and levy Hong. Press: Ouyang Xiu's Ci is written on the volume of "Continued Poems in Caotang". The fisherman's proud snow knows that spring is coming, and the cold plum is dotted with Qiongzhi. The face is half open and charming. During the court session, the Jade Man bathed in new makeup. Nature may be intentional, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * The reward is for sinking green ants. Don't be drunk, this flower is not comparable to the group of flowers. Die Lian Hua (the last call to relatives) has little joy at night. Empty dream of Chang 'an, recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report the good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Casual cups and plates are sloppy. The wine is delicious and sour, just like a person's arms. Don't laugh when you are drunk, poor people are like spring. Jade floor, spring, red plum, red crisp, willing to put Qiong Yao (bud) broken, exploring the south branch to bloom all over the end? I don't know how many hours (incense) I have borrowed, but I see that it is infinite. Road flyovers languish at the bottom of the spring window, and they pat (idle/boring) the railings without worrying. If you want to look down on it, you can take a break. It may not be that there is no wind in the Ming Dynasty. Never meet the music (Lantern Festival), the sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds combine. Where is the person? Dyeing willow smoke thick (light), blowing plum flute resentment, how much spring is known. On the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there is no wind and rain for the second time. Come and greet each other, enjoy the BMW, and thank him for his wine friends and poems. Zhongzhou is in its heyday, and the boudoir has more leisure. Remember to focus on three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, and cluster the belt to fight for Chu. Now haggard, windy and foggy (frosty), afraid to go out at night (afraid to go back to the flowers). It is better to listen to people laughing under the curtain. Minus word magnolia sells flowers, and buys a spring flower. Tears (dyed) are light and even, with traces of rosy clouds and dew. Afraid of lang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The cloud temples are slanting, and I want to teach Lang to compare and watch. Recalling Qin E's chanting of Tong Lin Gao Ge, the chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are thin and smoky. The smoke is thin, and after the crow returns, it smells (blows/remains) in the dusk. The fragrance is broken and the wine is left, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn (sad) and lonely. The partridge sky (osmanthus fragrans) is dim and light, and the corpus luteum is soft, and the traces of love are far away and only fragrant. Why light blue and light (deep) red? It is the first-class flower. Mei Ding is jealous, Chrysanthemum should be ashamed, and the painting column opens at the Mid-Autumn Festival. A poet can be ruthless in thinking, but he didn't receive anything in those days. ---------------------------[Appendix] Click on the swing, and get up and straighten (straighten) the slim hand. Beside her, the thin de hung with crystal dew, her ch perspiration permeated with a thin silk gown. Seeing someone (a guest) coming, socks and gold hairpin slipped away. And ashamed to go. Looking back by the door, I smell the green plum. Press: Volume IV of this first anthology of Ci Lin Wan Xuan, and Volume V of Poems of Past Dynasties are Li Qingzhao's ci. However, the author's name is not marked on Volume I of Flowers and Plants Nazi Compilation and Volume I of Continued Poems in Caotang. Don't mistake Su Shi and Zhou Bangyan's Ci again. Jade Case (Farewell) If you don't see Handan Road, don't hurry back. What is the degree of autumn depression? Drink in the bright window, talk in the dark, and it is best to linger. It's late to meet each other. Only (still) recite strange sentences from new poems (words). Salt wadding is what people make. Now haggard, but more than double (failure) tears, like Huang Meiyu. Press: This first volume of Flowers and Plants Nazi Compilation, Volume 44 of Poems in Past Dynasties, and Volume 1 of Ci Poem is Li Qingzhao's Ci. However, Tang Guizhang, Wang Xuechu, and Zhao Wanli Zhushi suspected that it was not Li Ci because the author's name was not marked in the fourth volume of The Complete Book of Han Mo, the first printed edition of the Yuan Dynasty in the old collection of the Jing Lou. Picking mulberry seeds (in summer) came late for a while (suddenly) with wind and rain, washing away all the sunshine. I cut the spring, but I made light makeup on Linghua. The crimson wisp of thin ice is bright and the snow is greasy and crisp. Laughing at Tan Lang, it's cool tonight. Press: This first book, Wan Xuan of Ci Lin, Volume 4, and Poems of Past Dynasties, Volume 1 are Li Qingzhao's Ci. The second volume of "Flowers and Plants Nazi Compilation" is Kang Zhihe's Ci. Huanxisha (spring dusk) upstairs is blue in sunny days, and the grass in front of the building meets the world. Don't climb the highest ladder if you are sad. The new bamboo shoots have (looked at) grown into bamboo in the hall, and all the fallen flowers have fallen into the nest mud. Endure to listen to the cuckoo crow on the forest surface. Press: This poem "Miscellaneous Poems" and "Shuyu Ci" are collected. Volume 25 of Zhu Zhuyi's Comprehensive Poems and Volume 7 of Poems of Past Dynasties are all Li Qingzhao's Ci. For a work of Zhou Bangyan Ci, see the previous volume of Poems in Caotang and the Collection of Pian Yu. Langtaosha (boudoir love) has a small waist and is not resistant to hurting spring. The evening makeup is new under the shadow of sparse plum blossoms. What does it look like? The first floor is light with clouds. The song moves lips skillfully, and every word is charming. The deep path of peach blossoms leads to Tianjin. Disappointed