Write love poems of Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng.

Li Qingzhao, a poetess in Song Dynasty, wrote a love poem with Zhao Mingcheng;

1, "Prunus mume, lotus root, autumn jade"

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. 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.

Autumn, the pink lotus has withered, still sending out the residual fragrance, sleeping on the bamboo mat has had some coolness. Gently carrying a silk skirt, I boarded the exquisite boat alone, trying to relax and get rid of the suffering of lovesickness. Looking up at the sky and white clouds, who will post the letter? When the geese flying in the shape of "human" came back, the clear moonlight had already filled the west building.

Falling flowers alone, flowing water alone. The two of us, both lovesick and separated, affect our respective sadness. I can't let go of this lovesickness. I just keep a tight frown, but my heart is vaguely coming up.

2. "Minus Magnolia, Sell Flowers"

Sell flowers on your shoulders. I bought a spring flower. Tears dyed lightly and evenly. I still have traces of rosy clouds and dew.

Afraid lang would guess. Slave noodles are not as delicious as flower noodles. Yunbin Xie Chai. I want to show Longbi.

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.

3. "Drunken flowers, misty clouds, never worry."

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. 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.

Fog, thick clouds, life is very boring. Long Xianxiang shines brightly 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. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.

4. Butterfly Lovers, Warm Rain, Sunny Wind, First Breaking Freezing.

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 glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke 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.

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.

5, "apricot Xiangzi Qixi"

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.

Crickets whine in the grass, and the leaves on the top of the phoenix tree seem to be shaken off by this chirping, which reminds us of the sad season on earth. 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.

Perhaps the bridge has not yet been built, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl may not be able to come together in parting. I guess the black magpie has set up a star bridge at this time, but the cowherd and the weaver girl have not met yet, and the weather is changeable and the wind and rain suddenly rise. Is the meeting between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl blocked again?