Nothing is more poignant than Li Qingzhao's words.
For example:
Huanxisha
Moxu cup is dark amber and rich,
The intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicated.
The wind blows late at night.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream,
The golden bun is used to ward off the cold and the pines are tied together,
When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Telling one’s true feelings
It’s too late to remove makeup at night,
The calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branch.
Drinking up breaks the spring sleep,
The dream can never be returned.
The people are quiet,
the moon is shining,
the green curtain hangs down.
More the remaining stamens,
More the remaining fragrance,
Get more time.
Qingpingle
In the snow every year,
I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk,
There is no good intention in removing all the plum blossoms,
Win clothes full of tears!
This year, everywhere in the world,
Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming.
Looking at the late wind,
it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.
Recalling the flute on the Phoenix stage
The fragrant cold golden turtle,
caught in the red waves,
got up and combed his hair lazily.
Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust,
The sun goes up to the curtain hook.
I am afraid of the pain of separation.
There are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop.
Newly thin,
not dry wine,
not sad autumn.
Have a rest!
If you go back this time,
you have to go through Yangguan thousands of times,
it will be difficult to stay.
When people think of Wuling, they are far away.
The Qin Tower is locked in smoke.
Only the running water in front of the building,
should miss me and stare at me all day long.
Where you stare,
From now on, there is a new sadness.
The voice is slow
Looking and searching,
deserted and deserted,
miserable and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
Three glasses and two cups of light wine,
How can I defeat him?
The wild geese are passing by,
I am sad, but
we are old acquaintances.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers.
Gaunt and damaged,
Who is worthy of being picked off now?
Guarding the window,
How can one be dark alone?
The parasol trees are also drizzling,
At dusk, it is drizzle.
This time,
Why is the word "sorrow" so special!