Slow voice
Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad.
Still looking, no matter how desolate my life is.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
It is the most difficult time for me to relax when the warmth that has just arrived is mixed with the lingering chill.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind.
Two or three cups of mud can barely drive away the cold wind in my heart.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
A group of familiar geese passing by gave me a sentimental feeling.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now?
The fallen chrysanthemums are tragically piled up on the ground, while the chrysanthemums on the branches are quite withered, waiting for no one to pick them.
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Leaning against the window, how long does it take for a person to wait alone for night arrival?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
The drizzle passed through the buttonwood and dripped at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
At this moment, I really want to know how to express all my pain with a "sadness"
Translation: User Edition