Three Poems by Li Shangyin and Li Furen

There is no knot in the area, and two strands are bun. White-haired people send black-haired people, and the moon doesn't teach stars to replace them.

Silk strips, beautiful eyes, fragrant shavings. The first contribution spared no expense in casting Nanren,

My heart has long been cut by autumn eyes. Quiet and fragrant, squid thirsty phoenix pearl room.

I don't know about the bony ice well, but all the curtains are familiar with frost at night. Flowers are boundless, clouds are boundless,

The Yellow River hopes that the sky is gray.