Author: Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty)
Red lotus root, fragrant residual jade and autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud?
When the word geese came back, the moon was full in the West Building. Flowers drift and water flows. One kind of lovesickness,
two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
Dolly Chanting White Chrysanthemum
Author: Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty)
The small building is cold, and the curtain is low at night. Hate rustling, heartless wind and rain, rubbing Qiong muscle at night.
it's not like, the imperial concubine is drunk, and it's not like, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling stole the fragrance, Xu Niang Fu Fen,
Mo Jiang is nothing new. Take a closer look at Qu Ping Tao Ling, whose charm is just right. When the breeze rises,
the fragrance is clear, but it does not reduce the fat. Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, and people are infinitely reluctant.
It's like sadness and sadness, and it's like tears and a poem. The moon is breezy, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark.
The heavenly religion is haggard and graceful. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings,
why do you have to remember more? Zepan Dongli.