Feel endless autumn windows, how can wind and rain help desolation!
Three-point crimson lips
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my 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.
4 Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
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.
5 spread out Huanxisha
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. 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.
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The autumn flowers are bleak and withered, and the autumn grass is yellow. If the light is dim, the autumn night is long. I already feel the autumn sound outside the window, so I can endure the cold wind and rain to encourage desolation.
In the late spring, the boundless loneliness in the boudoir comes like a flood, but this one-inch tender heart has to accommodate countless sorrows. The more you cherish spring, the easier it will be. The falling rain urges you to go home.
In this lonely late spring, every inch of acacia has withered, even though the spring is thousands of miles away, but there is no mood. Whispered: "My love, where are you?" There is only an endless decadent grassland in front of us, paved with a road for good people.
This is a poem written by in my heart forever, which hurts spring to get rid of hatred. The first one is injury to spring, and the second one is injury to farewell. It's a deep sadness to leave in spring.
This word belongs to Li Qingzhao's previous works. The author uses the artistic technique of blending scenes and implicit brushwork to write the melancholy feelings of the hostess who was hurt by spring. Injury to spring and strangers complement each other. The words "Cui" and "Nong" are both beautifully refined. The word "Nong" writes a stormy animated picture, which shows the lonely mood of the hostess Cumin. ?
This poem, written in the author's later years, is a lyric poem, mainly describing her life after her illness, which is euphemistic and moving. Most of the things described between the lines are ordinary things, natural feelings and understated introductions, but they have a gripping effect.