Li Qingzhao's ci

The poems of Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, include: Looking for Sound Slowly, Pruning Plums in Autumn, Fragrant Lotus Roots and Remnant Jade, Wuling Spring Festival Evening, Sunset in the West Pavilion is like a dream, Drunk Flowers, Clouds of Mist and Sorrow, and so on.

1, "slow voice search"

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.

Translation: Empty and unprincipled, cold and desolate, sad and miserable, heartbreaking. I feel warm for a while and cool for a while. How can I rest and drink three glasses of light wine? How can I resist the urgency of the cold wind blowing in the evening? All the geese who went to the south to escape the cold flew over, but unfortunately they were old acquaintances and didn't recognize their old countrymen.

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

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.

The lotus flower has faded, the fragrance has faded, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Who sent the brocade book to the place where the white clouds curled up? It is the time when the geese line up in the word "people" and go south in rows. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full. Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. It cannot be ruled out that this lovesickness has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.

3. Wuling Spring Festival Gala

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, 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 ship can't carry much worry.

The wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over. I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid the grasshopper-like boat in Shuangxi can't bear the heavy sadness in my heart.

4. "Like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting"

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. 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.

You should often think of outings, and when you play until dusk, you will be addicted to them and don't want to go home. I lost my interest and came back by boat, but I lost my way into the depths of the lotus pond. Pull the boat out! Pull the boat out! The chirping, screaming and rowing started a pool of waterfowl.

5, "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Worried for Ever"

The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. 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.

Fog, thick clouds, life is very boring. Long Xianxiang shines brightly in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.