Complete works of Li Qingzhao

Li Qingzhao (1084- 1 155), born in Zhangqiu, Jinan (now Shandong), was named Yi 'an Jushi. Song Dynasty poet, representative of graceful and restrained ci school. In his early years, he lived comfortably and devoted himself to the collection and arrangement of calligraphy and painting stones with her husband Zhao Mingcheng. Nomads from the Central Plains, living in the south, are in a lonely situation. In his lyrics, he wrote about his leisure life in the early stage, lamented his life experience in the later stage, and felt sentimental, which also revealed his nostalgia for the Central Plains. In form, it makes good use of line drawing, forms its own school and has beautiful language. On the theory of ci, it emphasizes harmony and elegance, puts forward the theory that ci is different from one family, and opposes the method of writing ci into poetry. There are not many who can write poems. Some chapters have a sense of the times, praise history and use generous words, which is different from their style of words. Li Qingzhao's Yi 'an Jushi Collection and Yi 'an Ci have been lost. Later generations have a collection of Yu Shu's ci. There is a collection of Li Qingzhao's school notes today.

Complete works of Li Qingzhao's ci:

The author of Summer quatrains is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

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People who live in this world should be heroes in life! Even if you die, you have to be a ghost hero! I missed Xiang Yu when Chu and Han fought for hegemony. Even if I commit suicide in Wujiang, I can't escape from Jiangdong.

The author of Dream Preface is Li Qingzhao, a writer in Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

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 still remember going out to Xiting often and going to the evening as soon as I played, but I drank too much and forgot the way back. I got lost when I came back by boat and went deep into the lotus pond. How did I row out? I tried my best to find my way, but I found a pool of gulls.

The author of Wulingchun is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

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 spring breeze stopped, all the flowers fell, and the flowers turned into fragrant dust. It's getting late, I'm too lazy to comb my hair. The scenery remains the same, but the people are different. It's all over. If you want to tell your troubles, your tears have already fallen first. I heard that Shuangxi Spring is good, and I plan to take a canoe to see it. I'm just afraid that the boat floating on the Shuangxi River can't carry much sadness.

The author of A Cut of Plum is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Red coupling fragrant jade mushroom autumn, light solution Luo Shang, alone on the green boat.

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 under the eyebrows, but in my heart.

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The red lotus root is fragrant, and the bright lotus flower has withered. I felt a deep coolness from the bamboo mat, gently lifted the tulle skirt and swam across the blue boat alone. Swallows fly back in formation in the sky (have they answered anyone's letter? When Hongyan flies back, it's already night (in a blink of an eye), such as the moonlight pouring in the west wing, the flowers (I'm looking forward to it here) floating freely, the water wandering freely, a kind of parting from http://www.slkj.org/a/liqingzhao.html, and you and me, affecting the leisure worries of both places. Ah, what can't be ruled out is this lovesickness, this sadness, which just disappeared from the frowning brow and entangled in my heart.

The author of Sound Slow is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? If you come late, you will be anxious! 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 drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. 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? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.

The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a word "sadness"?

The author of Drunk Flowers is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

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Thin fog and dense clouds swept away the worries, until the day, borneol gradually burned out in bronze incense burners carved with animal shapes. The beautiful Double Ninth Festival is here again. The white porcelain pillow and the bed kitchen covered with gauze have just been soaked by the cold.

Drinking at dusk in Dongli, the fragrance of Huang Ju is floating on the sleeves. Don't say you won't lose your mind. The bead curtain is rolled up by the west wind, and the young woman in the boudoir is thinner than the yellow flower.

The author of Qin Yi E is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

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The rolling mountains and the flat and vast Yuan Ye are covered with a thin layer of smoke, filled with the last ray of the sunset. Crying always makes people feel "miserable", especially in the depressing and bleak autumn dusk, which will be even more gloomy and miserable. The crow disappeared, and a faint horn sounded from the distant barracks. The autumn wind mercilessly blew off the yellow and huge leaves of the phoenix tree, and the sound of the wind blowing leaves made people feel heavier and sadder.

The author of Partridge Sky is Liu Yong, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.

Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places.

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As night fell, the breeze suddenly dispersed the thin smoke, and a bright moon gradually rose outside the bamboo curtain of the window lattice. Because I am afraid of the road, I am more worried that people will not be together. Even if they can unite, they may not be in one place.

Love is endless and my thoughts are moving. It's still messy when you cut it. Yun, if you go back, I'm afraid there will be no trace. Such things and feelings should only appear in past lives, and they always like to put mandarin ducks together.

Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty, is the author of "Spring in the Jade House, Hongmei". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Is Hongsu willing to break through Qiongbao and explore the end of the South Branch?

I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.

The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window.

If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.

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This is a famous Yongmei Ci. Plum blossom, which stands proudly in the frost and snow, has always been the object of chanting by literati, especially in the Song Dynasty, when Yongmei wrote more ci, among which the best works that can make plum blossom charm to the extreme are rare. Zhao Qing's "Jade House Spring" is one of the best, which not only vividly depicts the plum blossom, but also vividly depicts the contradictory mentality of plum blossom lovers who can't help but appreciate it despite their melancholy.

The author of The Fisherman's Pride is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.

What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry. 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.

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The sky is full of morning fog and clouds, water and sky meet, and the Tianhe River is turning, like countless ships dancing their sails. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven eagerly asked me: Where are you going?

I told the emperor that I had a bright future and I was old, but it was useless to study on an empty stomach. Nine Dapeng birds are flying high in the sky of Wan Li. Wind! Don't stop, send this canoe directly to Penglai Island.

The author of partridge, cold weather and rustling on the window is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.

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The bleak sunshine in late autumn gradually shines on the carved windows, and the buttonwood tree should also resent the frost that hit at night. I prefer the bitter taste after drinking group tea, which is especially suitable for waking up in a dream and smelling the refreshing fragrance. Autumn is almost over, and I still feel a long day. Compared with the homesickness expressed in RoyceWong's Empty House, I feel even more desolate. It's better to learn from Tao Yuanming, for the sake of drunkenness is not wine, and live up to Dongli's blooming chrysanthemums.

Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, is the author of "Memories of Flute Playing on Phoenix Terrace, Sweet Cold, Golden Girl". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.

Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.

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The incense in the copper furnace with buttons is cold enough, and the red brocade quilts are piled up on the bed like waves, so I don't want to collect them. Get up in the morning, too lazy to comb my hair. Dust the luxurious dressing box and let the morning sun shine on the curtain hook. I'm afraid to think of the pain of parting. I have much to say to him, but I just want to say it, but I can't bear to say it. Recently, I gradually lost weight, not because I drank too much wine, nor because of the influence of autumn. Forget it, forget it, he's leaving this time, even if he sings the farewell song of "Yangguan" for ten thousand times, he can't stay. Thinking that my sweetheart was leaving, I was left alone in the empty building. Only the running water in front of the building should care for me and reflect my eyes all day. Just as I am watching from a distance, from now on, I will add a new worry of looking forward to returning every day.

Qing Ping Le Nian Li Xue was written by Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.

I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

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When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.

When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.

The author of Qin Yi e Lin Gao Ge is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

Fragrant leaves wine, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

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The rolling mountains and the flat and vast Yuan Ye are covered with a thin layer of smoke, filled with the last ray of the sunset. Crying always makes people feel "miserable", especially in the depressing and bleak autumn dusk, which will be even more gloomy and miserable. The crow disappeared, and a faint horn sounded from the distant barracks. The autumn wind mercilessly blew off the yellow and huge leaves of the phoenix tree, and the sound of the wind blowing leaves made people feel heavier and sadder.

The author of Bodhisattva Man Returning to Hong Sheng and Breaking Clouds is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.

The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

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The geese return to the south, singing and singing, so that the heartbroken song disappears in the blue sky. Snowflakes are falling outside the window, and a wisp of furnace smoke rises vertically indoors. In the candlelight, she wore a bright-colored Impatiens on her head, and the people decorated on it were lighter than jewels.

One night, the piercing sound of the trumpet urged the dawn, and it was already dawn, and the sky was about to dawn. In a blink of an eye, the sky is bright and the spring flowers are in bloom. However, in the early spring, the west wind is still raging, and the flowers are still threatened by the cold of late spring, so they are willing to fight for spring.

Like a dream, the rain dispelled the wind last night was written by Li Qingzhao, a poet and writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

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Although it rained thinly and the wind was strong last night, a deep sleep could not eliminate all the remaining alcohol. Ask the maid who is rolling the blinds: What about the begonia flowers in the garden now? She said that the begonia flowers are still the same as before. You know, you know, this season should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.

The author of Fisherman's Snow Pride is Li Qingzhao, a poet and writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Spring comes in the snow, and cold plums adorn Qiongzhi. The face is half open and half charming, and the court jade person bathes in new makeup.

Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.

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A world covered with snow and full of silver. In this silver world, a cold plum tree adorns it. The snow-covered plum branches are crystal clear, and the plum blossoms with branches are rich and clean. It is from this plum blossom that people know the news that spring has come. Plum blossoms are in bud, pitifully beautiful and fragrant, just like a beautiful woman who just took a bath in the yard and put on makeup.

Nature may also have a preference. She loves this delicate plum blossom as a foil, which makes the moonlight so bright, clear and exquisite and spread all over the earth. Let's raise our glasses and have a drink. On this beautiful night full of snow, let's enjoy the wine tasting and enjoy the plum blossoms, and never get drunk. You know, a hundred flowers are blooming, and no one is inferior to plum blossoms.

The author of Even Two Songs One is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

15 years ago, at the end of the flower, followed by Zeng Fu's poem of appreciating flowers.

Nowadays, flowers are similar to the moon, and love is like the past.

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Fifteen years ago, before and after the flowers, we accompanied the garden and wrote poems about flowers. Today's flowers are still the same as in previous years, but my mood is different from that in previous years.

Nian Nu Jiao Wa Yuan is written by Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.

It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.

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In the empty yard, it was drizzling and the gate was closed. The beautiful flowers are about to open in spring, and the delicate willows are gradually dyed green. The Cold Food Festival is coming, and it's annoying again. You don't have to worry about writing poetry at a dangerous pace, waking up from intoxicated wine, or idling about your boring mood. The flying geese flew by, but the words in their hearts were hard to believe.

It's chilly in the spring upstairs these days, and the curtains are low. I'm too lazy to lean on the jade railing. The brocade was cold, the fragrance was gone, and I woke up from a short dream. This scene has made me unable to lie down, and my heart is full of worries. The new dew drops in the early morning, and the newly released tung leaves are bright green, adding a lot of thoughts about spring outing. The sun is already high, and the morning smoke is released first. Let's see if it's another fine day today.

Eternal happiness, sunset melting gold comes from 300 poems in the Song Dynasty, and its poet is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

How do you know him? Where will spring come back? Meet and propose a toast. Teenagers are world-weary, and the West Lake has a long knot. Don't look back, the drizzle breaks the bridge, and the gaunt people return. The east wind is as old as ever. Ask Liu Lang if she can remember the peach blossom before, and whether the flowers recognize Lang again.

Stay here and leave your leek in a hurry. The night before yesterday, when it was still very late. Deep cup to * * * singing slippery, wet spring shirt half sleeve. Empty eyebrows are wrinkled, and looking at white hair before, it seems that everyone has it. Disengage the handle. Laughing at paper, laughing wildly. When will this meet again?

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The sunset is golden, like molten gold water, and the sunset is blue, as bright as jasper. The scenery is so beautiful, but where am I now? The new willow leaves are like smoke, and the plum blossoms sound bitter. The breath of spring has been exposed. But how do we know that there will be no wind and rain in this harmonious weather of Lantern Festival? Those drinkers and poets came to meet them in splendid chariots and horses, and I could only respond politely, because I was depressed and agitated.

I remember that in the prosperous years of Bianjing, there was a lot of leisure in the boudoir, paying special attention to the fifteenth day of the first month. The hat is inlaid with jade beads, and the body is covered with snow willows twisted with gold wire, all of which are beautifully dressed. Now I look haggard, my hair is fluffy, and I have no intention to comb it. I'm more afraid of going out at night. You might as well listen to other people's laughter from under the curtains.

The author of "The Fisherman's Pride: Clouds Meet Clouds and Fogs" is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.

What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry. 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.

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It's a foggy day. It's foggy in the morning. The Milky Way is turning, and Qian Fan is drifting like a shuttle. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the emperor sent a message to invite them sincerely. Ask politely: Do you have a home?

I report to the emperor that the journey is long and the sunset is not early. Learning to write poetry is useless, but it is useless. Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. Wind! Please don't stay, take me straight to Penglai Sanxian Island by canoe.

Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty, is the author of "The Man Who Died in Hua Lian's Tears and Wet Luo Yi's Powder". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanity mountain is long and broken, and the rain smells loneliness.

Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and shallow. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.

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When I broke up with my sisters, tears of farewell wet my clothes and cheeks. The farewell "Yangguanqu" was sung again and again, even if there are thousands of words, it is difficult to say goodbye. Now I am in a foreign land, looking at Laizhou Mountain. Boarding home, drizzling autumn rain, can not help but make people feel infinite sadness.

Parting makes me sad. I don't know how the two sisters drank farewell wine when they left. I don't know whether the wine in that cup is deep or shallow. Finally, I ask my sisters that you should send the news to the past geese to comfort my heart. After all, Donglai is not as far as Penglai.

Xiang Xing Tian Zi and Qiu Guang was written by Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Heaven and Qiu Guang, it hurts to turn around. Explore Jinying and get to know the vicinity of Chongyang. Try thin clothes first, green ants taste first. The weather becomes windy, rainy and cool.

In the courtyard at dusk, I am afraid. The past is sad when you are awake. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? I heard the sound of anvil pounding, the sound of stabbing was very thin, and the sound of leakage was very long.

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The autumn sky in Wan Li is cloudless and refreshing. When you see chrysanthemums, you will know that the Double Ninth Festival is coming. Wear thick clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and rain brings a cool breeze.

The courtyard at dusk gives people a sad feeling, and after waking up, the past emerges to make them more worried. How can you stand the long night and the bright moon shining on this empty bed? Listening to the sound of smashing clothes in the distance, the long shrill cry of crickets and the long leaking sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.

The author of Huanxisha Xumo Cup Deep Amber is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk. The wind came late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, and the cold golden bun is loose. Wake up, time and space are red for candles.

The author of Ode to Dolly White Chrysanthemum is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate rustling, relentless wind and rain, night mo Qiong. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels. Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is pure and will not decrease.

Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It seems to be sad, Gao Han is relieved, it seems to be tears and a poem. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful. I don't know how long I will stay. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.

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In the long night, although the curtains were put down, the small building was still chilly. I hate the relentless wind and rain that ruined the jade and white chrysanthemum at night. Look at that white chrysanthemum, not like Yang Guifei's reddish drunk face, nor like Sun Shouxiu's angry eyebrows. Han Ling stole the incense and Xu Niang's Fu Fen. Their actions can't be compared with Bai Ju's. Looking closely, the aloof and noble characters of Qu Yuan and Ling Tao are just right for the white pony. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of white chrysanthemum is no less than the elegant tea fragrance.

Autumn is coming to an end, and Baiju is getting thinner and thinner, which seems to reveal its infinite attachment to people. You see, it seems to be the concentration of sadness, and it has been freed in Gao Han; Like tears in Wan Fan's poems. Sometimes it's the bright moon and the breeze, sometimes it's the thick fog and autumn rain. God makes white chrysanthemums look beautiful in an increasingly gaunt way. Although I cherish it, I don't know how long it will last from now on. Alas! If the world knows how to love and appreciate, why should it recall and emphasize Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming's love for chrysanthemums?

The author of "Dead Hua Lian, Warm Rain, Clear Wind, First Break the Frozen" is Li Qingzhao, a poet in Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.

At first, I tried to sew a shirt with gold thread. The pillow was inclined, which damaged the hairpin and the phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.

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Warm rain and warm wind sent away a trace of winter chill. Willow leaves are growing, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and spring is coming. This dignified young woman has also been awakened by this spring. Without a lover, who can talk about wine and poetry with him? Tears ran down the young woman's cheeks, leaving powder on her face.

The young woman tried on a coat sewn with gold thread, but her mind was not on the clothes. She leaned against the pillow mercilessly and crushed the hairpin on her head, and she didn't care. How can she have a good dream when she is lonely and sad? Only in the middle of the night, holding snuff in my hand, thinking about my lover.

The author of "Huanxi Shadan Dangchun Cold Food Day" is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Cold food in spring, heavy smoke in jade stove lingering. Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.

Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has sown catkin cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.

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Cold food is clear, everything is revived, and beautiful spring scenery is rippling. The name of the jade furnace will be exhausted, and the residual smoke is still intoxicating. When I woke up from a nap, the bud I was wearing fell on the bedside table.

Haiyan hasn't come back yet, and the children next door played the game of mowing grass first. Plums have fallen by the river, and the catkins are rippling with the wind. Sporadic raindrops wet the swing in the yard, adding to the coolness of the evening.

The author of Little Red Lip Lonely Boudoir is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where people are, even the sky is getting dark, and the way home is broken.

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In late spring, the boundless loneliness in the boudoir comes like a flood, but this inch of tenderness has to accommodate countless sorrows. The more we cherish spring, the easier it will pass away. The sound of falling rain urges us to turn red and return home.

In this lonely late spring, every inch of acacia has withered, even if the spring is beautiful, it is also ruthless. Whispered: "My love, where are you?" There is only an endless decadent grassland in front of us, paved with a path that lovers must take.

The author of "Spring is Deep in the Idle Window of Huanxisha Courtyard" is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

The idle window in the yard is already deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.

The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

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Seeing the spring scenery in the yard through the window will pass. Layers of heavy curtains are not rolled up, and there are many shadows in the dark boudoir. I leaned against the embroidered building and fiddled with the lyre quietly.

There are clouds on the mountain peaks in the distance, as if dusk is coming. The evening breeze is blowing drizzle and fiddling with the yellow light clouds. The pear blossoms in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and drizzle are unbearable, which really hurts the scenery.

The author of Niannujiao Chun Qing is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed.

Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.

Writing a poem is a leisurely taste.

When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.

It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless.

Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.

The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring!

The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?

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In the empty yard, it was drizzling and the gate was closed. Beautiful flowers are about to bloom in spring, and the delicate willows are gradually dyed green. The Cold Food Festival is coming, and it's annoying again. You don't have to worry about writing poetry at a dangerous pace, waking up from intoxicated wine, or idling about your boring mood. The flying geese flew by, but the words in their hearts were hard to believe. It's chilly in the spring upstairs these days, and the curtains are low. I'm too lazy to lean on the jade railing. The brocade was cold, the fragrance was gone, and I woke up from a short dream. This scene has made me unable to lie down, and my heart is full of worries. The new dew drops in the early morning, and the newly released tung leaves are bright green, adding a lot of thoughts about spring outing. The sun is already high, and the morning smoke is released first. Let's see if it's another fine day today.

The author of Xiang Xing Zi Qi Xi is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Grass can fly. Stunned by the phoenix tree. There is a deep sorrow on earth and in the sky. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.

I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.

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Crickets whine in the grass, and the leaves on the top of the phoenix tree seem to be shaken by this chirping, which reminds us of the sad season on earth and in the sky. In the starry sky on the moon bank in the cloud world, the cowherd and the weaver girl are blocked by thousands of locks and have no chance to meet each other. Cowherd and Weaver Girl only meet once a year for a short time, and the rest of the time is like floating in the vast galaxy, wandering around and never meeting again.

Maybe the magpie bridge hasn't been built yet, and the cowherd and weaver girl haven't been able to get together in parting. I guess by this time, the black magpie had built the star bridge, but the cowherd and the weaver girl had not got together, and then the weather was unpredictable and the wind and rain suddenly began. Is the meeting between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl blocked again?

The author of The Dead Hua Lian Shang Zhao Si King is Li Qingzhao, a poet of the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

There is not much joy at night. Empty dream of Chang 'an, recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together.

Casual cups and plates are sloppy. The wine is delicious and sour, just like a person's arms. Don't laugh when you are drunk. Poor spring is like getting old.

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The long night makes people feel a little depressed and unhappy. They can only dream of the capital in their dreams and recognize the familiar streets in Kyoto. In order to repay the beautiful spring scenery in front of us, flowers and moon shadows also set each other off.

Simple banquet, although the food is very general, but the wine is good, and it tastes good and everything is satisfactory. When you are drunk, put some flowers in your head. Flowers don't laugh at me. Poor spring is coming to an end like human aging.

The author of Selling Flowers and Broken Magnolia is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.

Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.

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Under the burden of the flower seller, I bought a flower in bud. Dew in the morning also left traces on the colors, making the flowers look more lovely. I'm afraid my husband will get suspicious after seeing the flowers and think my face is not as beautiful as the flowers. I will put plum blossoms between the clouds and temples, let the flowers stand side by side with my face, and teach him which one is more beautiful.

The author of Jiang Lin Xian Mei is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

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There are many floors in the yard, and clouds are clustered on the windows of the attic, and the faint fog permeates around, but spring comes late. Missing makes your face haggard, and you can only get together in a dream at night, and the sunny plum branches are also 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.

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