A cluster of plum blossoms
Author: Li Qingzhao
Lotus root fragrance, jade lingering (diàn). 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 from Shui Piao to water, 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 lotus flower has faded, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. I gently took off my tulle skirt and laid an orchid boat alone. Looking up at the distant sky, white clouds curl, who will send the brocade book? It is time for the geese to line up in the word "people" and return to the south in rows. The moonlight is bright and saturated with the lonely pavilion in the west.
Flowers, free fall, water, free drifting, a kind of lovesickness, you and me, affect two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.