Li Qingzhao, the representative of graceful and restrained poets, wrote more about parting. Today, the owner compiled several poems by Li Qingzhao describing autumn, and we enjoyed the beauty of autumn together in the poems.
Zuihuayin
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Cut plums
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
A slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
Quail day
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Qin E's memory
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
Fragrant leaves wine, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Nangezi
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs.
Cold pillow with tears. Let's talk about the night.
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin.
Old weather, old clothes Only when feelings are not like home!