Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles,
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Copy of
Lu You and Tang Wan
Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, mancheng spring willow; Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy, has been sad for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is the same, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and weak; Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books, mo, mo, mo.
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late; The evening breeze is dry, tears are broken, and it's hard, hard, hard to convey my thoughts and lean against the railing alone.
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away; The horn was cold and the night was dim. I was afraid of being asked. I swallowed my tears and pretended to be happy, hiding, hiding, hiding.
Facing the sea, spring blossoms-Haizi
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Rain Alley
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Quietly, quietly,
Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again
Too much eye light,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad as a dream.
Like floating in a dream
A fragrant land,
I passed this woman by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her face,
Break up her powder room,
Disappeared, even hers.
Too much eye light,
Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
Wait a minute.