1, slow voice, searching.
Li Qingzhao [Song]
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 and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
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I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? Autumn is always warm and cold, and it is the most difficult to maintain and rest. How to resist the cold wind blowing in the evening after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew overhead, which was even more sad, because they were all old acquaintances who sent me letters that year.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? Looking out the window alone, how can a person stay up until dark? It was drizzling on the plane blades, and it was still dripping at dusk. How can you end this situation with a word "sadness"!
2, a cut of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Li Qingzhao [Song]
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 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.
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The pink lotus has withered, the fragrance has dispersed, and the smooth jade bamboo mat has the coolness of autumn. Untie the silk skirt, put on casual clothes and go aboard alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? By the time the geese flew back, the moonlight had spread all over the west building.
Falling flowers alone, flowing water alone. We all miss each other, but we can't talk to each other, so we have to be unhappy alone. This lovesick sorrow can't be sent away. It just disappeared from the wrinkled brow and was faintly entangled in my heart.
3. Wuling Spring Festival Gala
Li Qingzhao [Song]
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.
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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 a boat like Shuangxi grasshopper can't carry many of my worries.
4, like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting.
Li Qingzhao [Song]
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.
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I often remember playing in the pavilion by the stream until sunset, indulging in the beautiful scenery and forgetting the way home. I tried my best to return by boat and accidentally entered the depths of the lotus root. Struggling to row the boat out! Try to row the boat out! The sound of rowing started a flock of seagulls.
5. Drunk clouds will last forever.
Li Qingzhao [Song]
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.
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The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull and annoying, and the borneol shines 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. How can you not be sad here and now? When the wind blows, the curtains roll in, and the people in the curtains are thinner than the yellow flowers because of excessive yearning.
6. Jia Taolian Xiao Wu
Li Qingzhao [Song]
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky and ask me where I belong.
I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind calm down and the ship will blow away the three mountains!
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The water meets the sky, and the morning is foggy and gloomy. The milky way turns, just like countless ships waving sails. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven and heard the heavenly emperor talking to me. He asked me warmly and sincerely where I was going.
I have a long way to go to repay the Emperor of Heaven. It's dusk, but it hasn't arrived yet. Even if I can write amazing sentences by studying poetry, what's the use? Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. Wind! Don't stop, take my canoe straight to Penglai Sanxian Island.
7.osmanthus fragrans
Li Qingzhao [Song]
The faint yellow corpus luteum is soft, and the traces of love are far away, only fragrant. Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower
Ding Mei is jealous, Chrysanthemum should be ashamed, and the Mid-Autumn Festival ends. A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days.
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This kind of flower is light yellow, quiet and gentle and shy in appearance. Xiao's temperament is alienated from the world, but its fragrance lasts for a long time. You don't need to show off in light green or bright red, it's a first-class flower.
Plum blossom must be jealous of it, which is enough to make the late chrysanthemum feel shy. In the garden with gorgeous guardrails, in the timely flowers and trees in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is unparalleled. The great poet Qu Yuan is really heartless. Why didn't you accept Yan Gui in Li Sao, which wrote a lot of flowers and trees?
8. Yong Yule melts gold at sunset
Li Qingzhao [Song]
The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. 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 the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. 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.
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The afterglow of the sunset is like melted gold, and the clouds in the evening are like the bright moon. Where is this survivor? The smoke of willow color is getting thicker and thicker, and the flute is still playing the sad song of plum blossom falling. Who knows how much spring is left? Just like the warm and warm weather on the Lantern Festival, won't there be a sudden wind and rain in a blink of an eye? I was invited to such a party and picked me up in a BMW, but I declined.
Unforgettable in the prosperous days of Bianjing, women in boudoir have more leisure games. I remember that on the fifteenth day of the first month, I especially like wearing a hat with kingfisher feathers on my head and snow willows made of beautiful gold thread, all dressed neatly. Up to now, my image and appearance are very haggard, and I am too lazy to comb my hair like wind and fog, and I am too lazy to go out and watch the lights at night. It is better to stay under the curtain secretly and listen to the laughter of others outside.
9. Linjiang Xianmei
Li Qingzhao [Song]
The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring. Who are you haggard and spoiled for? Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows when the fragrance will blow out? Don't fatten apricot flowers on warm days and nights.
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The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Clouds are thin and fog is high, and spring is always late. The jade face is gaunt and emaciated, but who knows about this mourning and this torture? Only in the dream at night can we get together, and the sunny plum branches are in the season of germination.
Plum blossoms are graceful and graceful, and the Qiangdi in the south building should not play a sad tune. I don't know how many clubs have been blown off. Warm spring wind, don't let time come to apricot blossom season.
10, Nangezi, the Milky Way in the sky
Li Qingzhao [Song]
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Cold pillow with tears. Let's talk about Luo Yi again. What a night this is.
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather, old clothes Only when feelings are different from those in my hometown.
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The milky way stars move in the sky, and the night on the ground is low. The pillow mat is cool in autumn, and tears have soaked the mat. Get up and take off your clothes. Let's ask, "What time is it at night?"
This Luo Yi has been worn for many years. The lotus embroidered with turquoise silk thread has become smaller, and the lotus leaf sewn with gold thread has become sparse. The weather is like the old days, the clothes are like the old days, but people's mood is not like the old days!