The spring breeze in Wuling lingers in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone. I am tired of combing my hair in the day and night. Things are different, people are different, and things have stopped. I want to speak and shed tears first. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to go out in a small boat, but I am afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry a lot of sorrow! -----Li Qingzhao often remembers the sunset in the Xiting Pavilion like a dream, and he is so drunk that he doesn't know his way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fight for crossing! Fight for crossing! A group of gulls and herons were startled. ----Li Qingzhao, the drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. I can't help but feel ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
--------Li Qingzhao