Change Li Qingzhao's slow voice into modern poetry

Looking for who? Who is cold and cheerless for? Who are you worried about? When the autumn is cold and warm, Leng Yue is lonely. Who knows that Yan Yan is drinking alone in the south, and the autumn wind is back, but it blows chrysanthemums all over the ground? Luo clothes are getting wider and wider, just for you. I wish the clouds were light and the sky was low, and the clouds were light and the makeup was light. I still don't have a complacent confidant. The rain hits the bamboo window, and the sycamore trees rustling in front of the courtyard are finally cleaned up. I can't remember the leisure.