What are Li Qingzhao's ci poems?

Li Qingzhao, a poet of a generation, often recalls the sunset in Xiting like a dream, and is intoxicated and does not know the way back. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. (For the first anonymous word, see Volume I of Nazi Collection of Flowers and Plants.) The cup of Xu Mo in Huanxisha is dark amber, and it should be melted before it becomes drunk, so the wind should be late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Bodhisattva returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and snow piles outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. I can't bear to dream, and I cry even more (left "affirmation" right half, right "bird"). In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the 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. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus. Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear. 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. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp is willing to break Qiongya and explore the south branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite. The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty. When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring. Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is 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. There is a phrase "how much sorrow is deep" in "Die Lian Hua" written by Ouyang Gong, a fairy girl in Linjiang, and I like it very much. Its language is called "Deep Courtyard" and its sound is Old Linjiang Fairy. The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow. Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy. At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream. My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely. Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant. Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring. Fishermen proudly welcome the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong. I report that the road is long and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry; 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains. Fishermen are proud of the snow and know that spring is coming. Cold plums are dotted with Qiongzhi, and the fragrant noodles are half open. In court, Jade Man bathed in new makeup. Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group. [Bad Belt] When people are charming, they feel that jade is thin and fragrant, and Tan Shenxue is scattered. I hate going to see May later this year. Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low. Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken. Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management. (For the first anonymous word, see Volume 9 of Meiyuan. ) Tanabata Xiangzi grass sings, the phoenix tree is shocked, and the ground is full of sorrow. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy. Worship with Qiu Guang, turn around and feel sad, and explore Jin Yingzhi's way of Chongyang. Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn. The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly. Lonely geese write plum poems, and it is vulgar to write them. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter. The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. Man Fang Ting Pavilion hides spring, idle windows sell the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one is here, lonely as he Xun is in Yangzhou. Never, like rhyme, embarrassing rain, unbearable wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic. The pond is full of grass, the courtyard is full of shade, and the screen window is cold in the evening. □□□□ Golden lock, the tube is a guest [mouth sand]. Loneliness respects the front seat, but only □□, the ends of the earth. Can I stay? There must still be a reward at that time, and the sleeves are fragrant. □□□□ Dragon wildebeest, arrive without pomp. Not afraid of the wind and rain, I just weighed the leftover flowers and boiled them, but now I can't hug them, just like I did in those days. (□: The original words are missing) On the Phoenix stage, I remembered that the flute was fragrant and cold, and I blushed and got up to comb my hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable. 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! Celebrate the Qing Dynasty, slow down the prohibition, hide one's strength and bide one's time, and skillfully protect the carved fence to monopolize the last spring. The guests were indifferent to China, and everyone was naive. It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dong Jun. East of the city, south of the city, there is a sun pool hall and a fragrant wheel race. Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast? In a better Ming Palace, the recent branches are evenly distributed, the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk. The courtyard of Niannujiao Chun Qing is very depressed, and it is raining in Mao Mao, so the heavy door must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today? Eternal joy, the sunset melts into gold, and the dusk clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave a green crown, draw golden snow willows, and compete with them. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain. Dolly sang about the cold in the small white chrysanthemum building, and the night was low. Hate raining, ruthless wind and rain, night rubbing the muscles. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, and Xu Niang gives fragrance, but Mojiang doesn't write novels. If you look closely, you will find that Qu's charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is clear and refreshing, and it is not reduced. Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It's like sadness, it's like Han Fu Ci, it's like tears and it's like poetry. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and thin. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli. Changshoule Nanchang's birthday is slightly cold. Looking at the six leaves on the edge of the sun, the stage begins to appear. I love the scenery and want to hang hibiscus, but I can't find the silver arrow. On this occasion, the pearl on the palm of your hand is cut. For Rongshu, this is a good couple. Up to now, every day is a noble. Glorious, step by step, forbidden, gold medals and green ribbons. Tang Di became attached to Yin, being a tiger and a bear, and dividing the river is more valuable. Kuang Qingyun is nearby. He will enter Cheng Ming at dawn and dusk. Look at the colorful clothes, ashamed of jade. I wish you a long life. Minus the word magnolia to sell flowers and buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed. Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan. Swiss partridges and ginkgo biloba are not very graceful. You can be a slave first and then respect them. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither. Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.