Li Qingzhao's lovesickness words

1. Acacia sings Li Qingzhao's poems

Acacia's poem about praising Li Qingzhao is 1. What are Li Qingzhao's Acacia poems?

1, "slow voice search"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

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!

2. "A plum, red lotus root fragrance, autumn jade"

Song Dynasty: 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 geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

3. "Like a dream, the wind and rain suddenly started last night."

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

4. "Drunken Flower Shade, Fog and Thick Clouds, Worried for Ever"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

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.

5. Year after year in the snow.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.

I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

2. Who knows what are the poems about lovesickness and Li Qingzhao's sad poems?

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

-Liu Yong's "Recent Love"

Red bean shrub

Wang Wei

When those red berries come in spring,

Wash it in your southern branch?

Give me a hug and go home,

As a symbol of our love!

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang,

Alone in the blue boat.

Who sent the brocade book?

When the word goose came back,

The west building is full of moons.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

A kind of acacia,

Two luxury.

I can't eliminate this situation,

Just frown,

But in my heart.

3. Poems praising Li Qingzhao

Yes, why didn't anyone answer?

For example:

Green, fat, red and thin have new words. It's time to draw a window. Like a rat, if you want to write cursive notes, you will win in a few words.

-Yuan Yuan Huai "Reading Yi Lee An Wen"

Jinshi married Han Mofen, while Xiao Wen and his wife went all out to write. The autumn color of the west wind courtyard is like water, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

-inscription by Wu Mingkuan on the portrait of Yi 'an layman.

It's never a woman's fault, but a jade boat. It is said that people are thinner than yellow flowers, but like yellow flowers in late autumn.

-Zhang read "Shu Yu Ji"

Yu Shu is full of charm, and Zhao Jiazhi's grass dream is true. The most pitiful sentence of nine days of ecstasy is better than singing thin husband.

-Jiang Yu's On Yi 'an Ci