Li Qingzhao's poems in the fall are as follows:
Drunken Flower Cloud
The mist and thick clouds are worried about the eternal day, the Rui Brain eliminates the golden beast. The festival is again the heavy sun, jade pillow yarn kitchen, midnight cool first penetration.
DongLi put wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do it.
The festival of Chung Yeung, the night half of the cool, mist and sad clouds, dusk to drink, the west wind rolled curtain, people like yellow flowers, alone, where is the sweetheart?
One Cut Plum
Red lotus root fragrance residual jade Qinqiu, lightly unclothed, alone on the orchid boat. I'm not sure who sent the letter in the clouds. The moon will be full in the west tower when the geese return.
Flower from the floating water from the flow, a kind of lovesickness, two idle sadness. There is no way to get rid of this love, but it is only on the bottom of the brow, but on the top of the heart.
The moon is full of western buildings, alone on the orchid boat, a kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows, red lotus root residual lotus, geese return, a good season of sadness.