What are the words of Li Qingzhao?

A generation of lyricist Li Qingzhao RuMengLing I always remember the sunset of the creek pavilion, drunkenly do not know the way back. I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm going back to my boat at night, and I'm mistakenly in the depths of the lotus root flowers. The boat was not in the right place, but it was in the right place, and it was in the wrong place. Dream Order Last night's rain and wind were sparse, so I couldn't finish the wine in my sleep. I asked the man who rolled up the curtains, but he said the begonias were still the same. Do you know? Do you know? I'm not sure if I know it or not, but I think it's a good idea. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it, it's about the way you look at it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said! The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life. The most important thing to remember is that it is not a good idea to be a good person, but it is a good idea to be a good person. The Jiang Jiang Lips Cuji strikes the swing, and gets up to fix the slender hand. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is light. When I saw someone coming, I slipped out of my socks and hairpin, and walked away in shame. Leaning on the door and looking back, I sniff the green plum. (This song was written by Anonymous, see Flower and Herb Compendium, Volume 1) Raccoon Lake Sand The cup is deep and the amber is thick, and before I get drunk, my mind melts, and the sparse bells answer the winds of the evening. The fragrance of Rui Brain has broken my soul, and my hair is loose in a small bun to refute the cold, so when I wake up, I am empty of the red candles and flowers. Raccoon Creek Sand Spring is deep in the small courtyard, the curtains are not yet rolled up and the shadows are deep, so I leaned against the building without a word to the yaoqin. The mountain peaks in the distance, the fine wind blows the rain, and the pear blossoms want to give up, so I'm afraid I can't help it. Raccoon Creek Sand On the day of the cold spring eclipse, the jade stove was filled with water and smoke, and I dreamed of going back to the mountain pillow to hide my flower inlay. In the future, the sea oats will fight with the grass, the river plums have passed the willows, and the dusk and rain are wet on the swing. Raccoon Creek Sand The buns are saddened by the spring, the evening breeze is falling plums in the courtyard, the light clouds are coming and going, the moon is sparse, the jade duck fumigates the furnace, the Zhu Cherry Duo Tent is covered with tassels, and the rhinoceros is still solved to avoid the cold. Raccoon Creek Sand The embroidered hibiscus curtain opens with a smile, snuggling up to the precious ducks and kissing the fragrant cheeks, and the eye waves are only moved by people's guesses. A side of the flavor deep rhyme, half a note of hate to send a ghostly feeling, the moon shifts the shadow of the flower about to come back. Bodhisattva Barbarian The wind is soft, the sun is thin and spring is still early, the jacket is in a good mood at first. When I wake up, I feel a slight chill, and the plum blossoms are on my temples. I'm not sure where my hometown is, but I'm sure I'll be able to find it. I've forgotten about it unless I'm drunk. When I was lying in the water, I burned it, and the fragrance of the wine had not yet subsided. Bodhisattva Barbarian The sound of the returning clouds is broken, and the snow falls from the back window, making the stove smoke straight. The phoenix hairpin is bright under the candle, and the hairpin is lighter than the head of the hairpin. The sound of the horns is the catalyst for the dawn, and the color of the dawn returns to the cow's dipper. The winds of the west leave the old cold behind. The night is late, and the plum calyx is stuck into the remaining branches. When I wake up from the wine, my spring sleep is broken, and my dream is broken. The people are quiet, the moon is still here, and the curtains are hanging down. The moon is still here, and the curtains are hanging down. I'll move the leftover stamens, and take a look at the remaining fragrance for a while longer. The good news is that the wind has set the fallen flowers deep, and the curtain is full of red and snow. I always remember that after the begonias open, it is the time to hurt the spring. After the end of the wine and the song, the jade honor is empty, the green tank is dark and bright. I can't bear to dream, but I'm going to cry even more (left "decision", right "half", right "bird"). Qing Ping Le Every year, in the snow, I often insert plum blossoms to get drunk, and when I have moved all the plum blossoms, I have no good intentions, and I have won a full coat of tears! This year, at the end of the world, my temples are growing old. The wind is blowing in the evening, so it's hard to see the plum blossoms. Remembering Qin'e I am on my way to a high pavilion, where the mountains are in chaos and the fields are thinly lit. After the perching crows have returned, the horns are heard in the twilight sky. The west wind is pushing the wutongs to fall. The wutongs have fallen, and the autumn colors are still there, and they are still lonely. The Raccoon River Sand is made of ten thousand points of gold, cut into jasper leaves. The spirit and style of the man is like Yanshu's. It's too vivid. The plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, the lilacs, a thousand knots, are bitter and coarse. It is a dream of a thousand miles that is smothered with sadness, but it is heartless. Raccoon Creek Sand I am sick at the temples, watching the moonlight on the window screen. The cardamom and the tips of the cardamom trees are in the boiling water, so don't share the tea. The poetry and books on the pillow are good, the scenery in front of the door is good, and the rain is good, and there is a lot of brewing in front of people all day long. Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? The shade fills the courtyard; the shade fills the courtyard, and the leaves have a residual feeling. The rain on the sad pillow is dripping heavy rain; dripping heavy rain, sad and sad, the people in the north are not accustomed to listen to it! Wuling Spring The wind and the dust and the fragrance of the flowers are over, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different from each other, and I want to shed tears before I speak. I heard that spring is still good in Shuangxi, so I want to go on a light boat. I'm afraid the small boat can't carry my many sorrows. Drunken Flower Yin Thin mist and thick clouds are worrying me forever. The festival is over again, and the coolness of the night begins to penetrate the jade pillow and screened closet. After the dusk of the Dongli wine, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. I don't want to say that I don't have a soul to lose, the curtain rolls in the west wind, people are thinner than the yellow flowers. Nan Ge Zi The stars turn in the sky, and the curtains of the human world hang down. The stars in the sky turn, and the curtains in the world hang down. The cool woven mats of the pillows are streaked with tears, so I got up and unrolled my robe to ask what the night was like. The Lotus Root Leaves are sparsely covered with gold. The weather is the same as in the old days, but my feelings are not the same as when I was in my old home! The wind is blowing on the lake and the waves are vast. Autumn is already in its twilight and there are fewer scents. The water and the mountains are so beautiful that I can't tell you how good they are. The lotus seed has become old, and the green dew has washed away the apple blossoms and grass. The gulls and herons don't look back, they seem to hate the early return of the people. Partridge Sky The window is locked in the cold sun, and the sycamore tree hates the frost at night. When the wine is gone, I like the bitter tea more, and when the dream is broken, I like the fragrance of the rhinoceros. Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan's nostalgia for the distant is even more desolate. Let's get drunk in front of our honored guests, so as not to lose the yellow chrysanthemums in the east hedge. Partridge Sky The dark and light yellow body is soft, and only the fragrance remains. The color of the chrysanthemums is the first of its kind, and it is not necessary to be light or dark red. The plum must be jealous, the chrysanthemum should be ashamed, the painting of the fence opens to crown the mid-autumn. The poet has no love for them, why they don't see them in the year they were born. Jade Palace Spring - Red Plums - The red flower is so fragile, that it blooms all over the southern branches. I don't know how long it's been brewing, but I can see it's harboring infinite meaning. The Taoist pines at the bottom of the spring window, bored by the sorrowful appendage. If you want to take a look at it, don't worry, the wind won't blow tomorrow. The grass is green in the springtime, and the red plums are not yet in full bloom. The red plums are broken, but they are not in full bloom. The blue clouds have turned the jade into dust, leaving a dream in the morning, and breaking the spring in one ou. The shadow of the flowers is pressing down on the door, and the curtains are spread with a light moon, so it is twilight. I've been in the East for two years and three times, but I've come back to the East, and I've been thinking about this spring. One Cut Plum The fragrance of the red lotus root is still lingering on the jade woven grass mat in the fall. The red lotus roots are still fragrant, and the jade mat is still in the fall. Who will send me a brocade letter from the clouds? When the geese return, the moon is full in the west tower. The flowers are drifting away and the water is flowing away. One kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. There is no way to dispel these feelings. Only when they are on the lower brow, they are on the heart. Linjiang Xian In his Butterfly Lovers' Flower, Mr. Ouyang used the phrase "how deep is the depth", which I love very much. I have used his words to compose several lines of "The Courtyard is Deep", the sound of which is the same as the old Linjiang Xian. The courtyard is so deep that it is often bibimbap, the willow-topped plum calyx is getting clearer and clearer, spring returns to the trees of Moling, and people grow old in the city of Jiankang. The moon and the wind have brought me so many things, but now I'm old and have nothing to show for it. Who would pity me if I were even more emaciated, but there's no point in testing the lamps, or stepping in the snow. Linjiang Xian Plum How deep is the garden? Spring is late in the cloudy window and misty pavilion, for whom is it that I pine away and lose my beauty. It's a good night's sleep, but it should be the southern branch. The jade is thin, the sandalwood is light, the Qiang pipe in the south tower is not to be blown. Who knows when the fragrance has been blown out? The warm wind is late, so don't go to the apricot blossoms. Butterfly Lovers The warm sun and clear winds are breaking the freeze at the beginning of the day, and the willow eyes and plum cheeks already feel the spring heart moving. Who will be with you in the mood for wine and poetry, and who will be with you in the mood for tears? The first time I tried on the golden threads of my jacket, my pillow was tilted and interrupted, and the hairpin phoenix was damaged. I have no good dreams, and at the end of the night, I still have a lantern to play with. Butterfly Lovers' Flower From Changle Pavilion To My Sisters Tearful clothes are full of fat and powder, and the four stacks of the Yangguan Pass have been sung a thousand times. The dashing rain is heard in the lonely pavilion. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, that I forgot how deep and shallow the wine was. Butterfly Lovers Calling relatives for the last six months, the night is sickly and joyful, empty dreams of Chang'an, recognizing the Chang'an Road. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The most important thing to remember is that you should be able to get the best out of your life, and you should be able to get the best out of your life, and you should be able to do that. Don't laugh at the flowers when you are drunk, but you are as old as spring. Fisherman's Pride The sky is covered with clouds and mists, and the river of stars is about to turn, and thousands of sails are dancing; it seems as if I were dreaming of going back to the emperor's place, and I hear the voice of the sky asking me earnestly where I am returning to. I report that the road is long and the sun is drowning, but I am learning poetry and I have amazing lines; the wind is lifting up the roc in 90,000 miles, but the wind will not stop, and the boat will be blown to the three mountains. The Fisherman's Pride Spring is known to have arrived in the snow, the cold plums are decorated with agar branches, the fragrant face is half-opened and delicate, and in the courtroom, the new makeup is washed out of the bath. The creation may be biased intention, so teach the bright moon exquisite ground. ***The flower is not comparable to the group of flowers. [Outlawed with] the people are delicate after the pavilion plum blossom have feelings jade thin incense thick, sandalwood deep snow scattered, this year hate to visit the plum late again. This year, I am late in visiting the plums again. The rivers and pavilions are far away from the clouds. The day is everlasting, and the curtains of the pavilion are rolled down. The guest on the seat is here, the wine in front of the honored guests is full of wine, and the song of **** water flowing through the clouds is broken. The southern branch can be inserted, but it must be cut more often. Don't wait for the western building, the sound of a few Qiang pipes. (This song was written by Anonymous, see Plum Garden, Volume 9) Row of Fragrant Songs: Tanabata (Seven Nights' Eve) A cricketing grasshopper startles a sycamore tree, and the sky is full of sorrows on earth. The clouds and the moon are locked in a thousand places. Even though the hewers come and go, they do not meet each other. The starry bridges and magpies are seen only after many years, and it is hard to think of parting with one another. The cow and the weaving maiden are not in the midst of separation. All of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden. Hsing Hsiang Zi The sky and autumn light are full of sorrows, and I know it is near the Chung Yeung Festival. The first time I tried on my thin clothes, the first time I tasted the green ants, the wind, the rain, and the coolness. In the courtyard at dusk, I feel miserable, and when I wake up, I feel sad about the past. The moon is over the bed, and I hear the sound of anvils and grasshoppers. I hear the sound of anvil pounding, the sound of a grasshopper, and the sound of a long leak. The Lonely Goose Children People in the world tend to write vulgar lyrics about plums. I will try to write one, and I will realize that the previous words are not false. The paper tent on the rattan bed rises in the morning, and I can't tell you how much I've missed it. I can't stop talking about my good thoughts. The coldness of the jade stove is broken by the fragrance of the incense, and my feelings are like water. The flute sounds three times, the heart of the plum is broken, how many spring feelings. The wind and the rain are so light that it brings down a thousand lines of tears. The jade building is empty after the blowjob, who will I lean with when my intestines are broken? There is no one on earth or in heaven to send it to. Full Court Scent The small pavilion hides spring, the idle window is closed for the day, and the painting hall is infinitely secluded. When the seal incense is burnt out, the shadow of the sun falls from the curtain. It's better to plant plums in my hand, why do I need to climb up the stairs by the water? No one comes, it's as lonely as He Xun's in Yangzhou. I've never been able to stand the rain or the wind, but I've never been able to stand the wind. Whose flute is it that stirs up sorrow? I don't want to hate the loss of the jade, but I must believe that it's hard to leave the traces. The moon in the window and the shadow in the shade are still flowing. Full House of Fragrance The grassy pond, the shady courtyard, the cold sunlight penetrating the window screen. I've been to a lonely seat, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to find a place to stay. I'm lonely at the table, but I'm at the end of the world. Can I stay here? The yellows are all set up, but I still rely on the □□□. Back in the days, we used to enjoy it so much, we made fragrant sleeves and shared tea with each other. I had a horse with a dragon and a light carriage with flowing water. I was not afraid of the wind and rain, and I was able to enjoy the wine and flowers, but now, I can't hold on to them as I did in the old days. (□: the word "□" is missing.) Remembering the blowjob on the Phoenix Terrace, the cold golden geibi and the red waves, I got up and combed my hair. The dust of the precious trousseau is full of dust, and the sun rises over the curtains. I am afraid of the bitterness of parting, how many things I want to talk about. I'm new and thin. I'm not sick, I'm not sad about the fall. Don't worry! It's hard to stay here, even if you've been to Yangguan for thousands of times. I miss the faraway Wuling people, and the smoke locks up the Qin Tower. Only the flowing water in front of the building should remind me of my gaze all day long. The gaze has added a new sorrow to my life. The sound is slow and slow. It's cold and dead calm, miserable and mournful. It's hard to rest when it's warm and cold. How can three glasses or two of wine beat the evening wind? The wild geese have passed by, and I am saddened, but I know them from the old days. Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick them now? How can I stay at the window and be alone in the dark? The sycamore trees and the rain are drizzling by dusk. How can I be so sad this time? The Qing Dynasty is slow, the tent is low, and the sculpted fence is cleverly guarded, so I'm alone in the remnants of spring. The guests are in a state of blandness, and their innocence is evident in all their splendor. After the flowers have passed, I'll put on new make-up for the first time. Enchanting, jealous of the wind and smiling at the moon, the long [outlawed band] Dongjun. On the east side of the city and on the south side of the street, it is the day of the baking of the pool hall and the competition for the incense wheel. When the banquet breaks up, who will follow in their footsteps? The palace of better light, a few branches of the first recent even, the Golden Palace down, with all the candles, regardless of the dusk. Nian Nujiao Spring Love The depressed courtyard, the wind and rain, the heavy door must be closed. The willow and the flowers are in the cold food, all kinds of annoying weather. I'm so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you again. The travelers have passed by, a thousand things are difficult to send. Upstairs in the spring cold days, curtains hanging on all sides, jade railings dry leaning. The cold fragrance of the new dream, do not worry about people do not get up. Clear dew in the morning, the new tung first attracted, how much to travel in spring! The sun is high and the smoke is converging, do you think it will be sunny today? Yongyoule The setting sun melts the gold, the twilight clouds merge together, where is the man? The willow is dyed with smoke and the plum flute is blown with complaint. The New Year's Eve is a festive occasion, and the weather is harmonious. I'm here to thank my friends and poets for their wine. I remember the days in China, when the women's girlfriends had plenty of time. I remember the days when I was a girl in the middle of China, when my family had a lot of time, when I remembered that I was more important than the others. But now I'm haggard, and I'm afraid I'll go out at night with my hair on my head. I'm afraid I'll go out at night. Why don't I go under the curtain and listen to people laughing? Dolce and Gabbana Chrysanthemum The small building is cold, and the curtain is low at night. I hate the merciless wind and rain, which rubs the aging skin at night. It is not like the drunken face of the Concubine, nor is it like the sad brows of Sun Shou. Han Ling steals the fragrance, Xu Niang puts on the powder. Don't compare it to something new, but take a closer look at Qu Ping Tao Ling, whose style is just right. When the breeze picks up, the fragrance is brewing, not less than yeast. At the end of fall, the snow is clear and jade is thin. It seems like sorrows, like tears, like writing poems on a lace fan. The moon is clear and the rain is thick, the sky teaches me to pine away and lose my beauty. I don't know how long I can stay here, even if I love and cherish her. I don't know how much time I have left. I love you so much, I don't need to remember you more. Longevity Music Nanchang Birthday It's a cold day, and I'm looking at the six leaves of the sun, and the first steps of the garden. I love the scenery and want to hang Fusang, but the arrow is still missing, and the ladle is swinging back to the bucket. I'm celebrating my birthday with a pearl in my hand. I am happy to see you return to your husband's house. Nowadays, we have a full house of nobles for days and days. They are all honored with gold medals and green ribbons. In the cloudy days of Tangdi, the tiger's runic symbol, Xiongshi, is guarding the river. The green clouds are just a stone's throw away, and they enter the Ming Dynasty at night and day. Watching the colorful clothes being presented, the orchids shy away from the jades. I wish you a thousand years of life, and I borrow the name of Pine and Tsubaki. The Magnolia Flower in Lesser Characters On a flower stall, I bought a branch that was ready to bloom. Tears stain the flower lightly, but it still bears the traces of the dawn dew. I'm afraid that my husband might guess that my face is not as good as the flower's face. I want to teach him to compare my face with the flower. Partridge and Ginkgo, with their gracefulness and elegance, can be slaves to the sweet oranges in front of their honors. Who pities the wanderer in the world, who is not willing to wither the jade bone and the ice skin? Who taught me to pick them together? When I was drunk, the Emperor leaned on Taijin. I'm sure you'll find it very interesting to hear about the two new flavors.