All of Li Qingzhao's poems, not one less, not wrong!

The Soyuz Lyrics [Song] Li Qingzhao Nanggezi The stars in the sky are turning, and the curtains on earth are hanging down. The first thing you need to do is to get up from your seat and take off your clothes, and then ask what the night is like.　 The weather is the same as it was in the old days. The only thing I can say is that I don't feel like I did in my old home!　Full House Fragrance The grassy pond, the shady courtyard, the evening sunshine and the cold through the window screen. The Jade Hook and the Golden Lock are the most important things for the guests to come. I'm lonely in front of my seat, but I'm worried about the end of the world and the corner of the sea. Can I stay here? The yellows are all gone, but there are still some pear blossoms.　I used to enjoy them so much back in the day, with their fragrant sleeves and live fires for tea. The best thing about it is that you can see the dragon and the horse, and the flowing water and the light car. I was not afraid of the wind and rain, and I was able to cook wine and paper flowers. Nowadays, I can't hold on to my arms like I did in the old days.　Fisherman's Pride (Remembering Dreams) The sky is covered with clouds and mists, and the starry river wants to turn with a thousand sails. It seems as if my dream soul is returning to the emperor's place. I heard the voice of the sky asking me where I was going.　I am sorry to say that the road is long and the day is dusk, but I have learned some amazing lines from my poems. The winds of 90,000 leagues are lifting the roc. The wind is still blowing, and the boat is blowing to the three mountains.　Rumengling (Drunkenness) I always remember the sunset at the stream pavilion, and I was so drunk that I didn't know the way back. I was so drunk that I didn't know the way back. When I returned to my boat, I mistakenly entered the depths of lotus flowers. The gulls and herons were all startled.　Ru Meng Ling (Spring Evening) Last night's rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, so I couldn't finish the wine after a thick sleep. I asked the person who rolled up the curtain, but he said that the begonias were still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.　Dolly The White Chrysanthemum (Orchid Chrysanthemum) The small building is cold, and the curtain hangs low at night. I hate the merciless wind and rain, which rubs (mixes) and damages the qiong muscle at night. It is not like the drunken face of the Concubine, nor the sorrowful brows of Sun Shou. Han Ling steals the fragrance, Xu Niang Fu powder, do not be compared to not novelty, a closer look to take, Qu Ping Tao Ling, rhyme is appropriate. When the breeze picks up, the freshness of the fragrance brews, not lessening the yeast.　In the gradual fall, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, so I can't wait to see what happens. It seems like sorrows, like Han Fu unraveling his belt, like tears spilling out of his eyes, like a dude's fan inscribing a poem. The moon is clear and the wind is clear, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the sky teaches us to pine away and thin our faces. I don't know how much time I can spare from now on, even if I love and cherish it. I don't know how much time I'll have left. I love you and I don't need to remember you more, but I love you.　Bodhisattva Barbarian The wind is soft, the sun is thin, and spring is still early. When I sleep, I realize that it is slightly cold, and the plum blossoms are on my temples.　I'm not sure where my hometown is. I've forgotten about it unless I'm drunk. When I was lying in the water, I burned the incense and wine.　The sound of the returning neighbor broke the remaining clouds, and the snow fell from the back window and the smoke from the stove was straight. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.　The sound of the horn prompted the dawn leakage, the dawn (clear) color back to the bullfight. It is difficult to see the flowers in spring, and the west wind leaves the old cold.　Raccoon Creek Sand The cup is deep and the amber is thick, and the intention of getting drunk first melts. The bells should be the winds of the evening.　The fragrance of Rui Brain has broken my soul, and my hair is loose in a small bun. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.　Raccoon Creek Sand (Spring Scenery) Spring is already deep in the small courtyard with idle windows, and the heavy curtains are not yet rolled up and the shadows are heavy. The curtains are not yet rolled up and the shadows are heavy.　The distant mountain peaks and the clouds are rushing towards dusk, and the wind is blowing and the rain is making a light shade. The pear blossom is about to give up, and I'm afraid it's hard to stop it.　Raccoon Creek Sand On the day of the cold spring eclipse, the jade stove was sinking into the water and curling up the residual smoke. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to get back to it.　The future of the petrels will be a struggle for the grass, and the plums have already passed the willows. The rain was soaked in the dusk.　On the Phoenix Terrace, I remembered the blowjob (boudoir love/parting), the cold golden geibikei, the red waves of the quilt, and the person who got up had not yet combed his hair. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm afraid that I'll be sad and hateful, and I'll want to talk about a lot of things. This year, I am thin, not sick, not sad.　Tomorrow, I will go back to my home, but it will be hard to stay in the Yangguan Pass. The evening of spring in Wuling is far away, and the clouds are locking up the heavy building (smoke locks up the Qin building). I can remember the green water in front of the building, and I should miss gazing at it all day long. I've been staring at it all day long, and now I'm counting the number of new sorrows I've had.　A Cut of Plum (Farewell Sorrows) The red lotus root and jade woven grass mat are in autumn. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the clouds, and who sent you a brocade letter? When the geese return, the moon is full in the west tower.　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I have a kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. There is no way to get rid of this feeling. It is only now that I am getting rid of my eyebrows, but I am getting rid of my heart.　Butterfly Lovers' Flower (Sending Sisters to Changle Pavilion at Night) Tears are wetting my clothes with fat and powder, and I have sung (heard) the song "Four (Three) Folds of the Yangguan Pass" a thousand times. I've heard it sung a thousand times. I've heard it sung a thousand times. I've heard it sung a thousand times, and I've heard it sung a thousand times.　I'm sorry to say goodbye to you, but I'm sorry to see you go. I have forgotten the depths and depths of the wine on my way out. If you are a good person, you will be able to send your message to the geese, but Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.　Butterfly Lovers' Flower (Leaving Feelings/Spring Feelings) Warm rain (day) and sunny (and) winds are breaking the freeze. Willow eyes and plum cheeks (willow moist plum light), already feel the spring heart moving. The wine and poetry who with ****, tears melt the remnants of powder flower tin heavy.　The first time I tried on my jacket, the golden threads were sewn into it. The mountain pillow is tilted interjection (interjection), pillow damage hairpin phoenix. I have no good dreams, and I still cut the lanterns at the end of the night.　Partridge Sky The window is locked at the end of the cold day, and the sycamore tree hates the frost at night. The wine is bitter, and the dream is scented with the fragrance of Rui Brain.　Autumn has ended, the day is still long, Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. I would like to get drunk in front of you, so I won't forget the yellow chrysanthemums in the East Fence.　Xiao Chongshan Spring to the long door spring grass green, Jiangmei some son broken, not open uniform. The blue clouds have turned the jade into dust. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.　The shadow of the flower presses the heavy door, the curtain spreads the light moon, good twilight. I've been in the East for two years and three times. I've been back, and I've been thinking about this spring.　The grudge wangsun (lotus appreciation) lake wind to wave vast (cloud lock heavy curtain curtain dawn), autumn has twilight, red scarce incense less. The water and the mountains are close to each other, so I can't tell you how good it is.　The lotus seed has become old, and the green dew washes the apples and flowers. The gulls and herons don't look back, and they seem to hate the early return of the people.　Linjiang Xian The garden is so deep that it is always bibimbap. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to find a way to make it work. The spring is coming back to Moling, and I am old enough to be a guest in Jiankang.　I'm not sure how many things I've done in my old age, but I'm not sure how many things I've done in my old age. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. The lamps are meaningless, the snow is not in the mood (lamps and flowers are empty stamens, parting *** hurt feelings).　Drunken Flower Yin (Ninth Day / Chung Yeung) Thin mist and thick clouds (misty / cloudy) sadness forever day, Rui Brain eliminated (spray) golden beasts. The festival of good (time) and heavy sun, jade (treasure) pillow gauze cupboard, midnight cool (autumn / sadness) the first penetration.　After the dusk of the DongLi wine, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. I don't know if I'll ever lose my soul, but when the curtain is rolled over the west wind, the people are thinner than the yellow flowers.　The wind has set the flowers deep, and the curtain is full of red and snow. After the Begonia has opened, it is the time to hurt the spring (the time to hurt the spring).　After the wine is gone and the song is over, the jade honor is empty, and the blue bowl is darkly lit up and extinguished. The dream of the soul is unbearable, and there is a cry of a weaver bird.　The night is late for makeup removal, and the plum calyx is stuck into the remaining branches. Wine wakes up and smokes out the dream of spring, and it is not possible to return (Wine wakes up and smokes out the spring sleep, and the dream is broken, and it is not possible to return).　The people are quiet, the moon is still here, and the curtains are hanging down. I'm going to come here to visit you, but I'm not going to come back.　The seventh day of the seventh lunar month, when a grasshopper is chirping in the middle of the grass, startling down the sycamore tree, it is the time for the earth and the sky to be filled with sorrow. The clouds and the moon are locked in a thousand places. I'm not sure if I'll ever see you again, even if I'm on a floating raft.　The magpies and cranes on the starry bridges are seen only after many years, and it is hard to think of the feelings of separation and hate. The cow and the weaving maiden are not in the midst of separation. The sun is shining, the rain is falling, and the wind is blowing.　The slow (Full House / Spring Love) The depressed courtyard, the gentle wind and rain, the heavy door must be closed. The weather is so annoying that it's almost time for the cold food. The poem was written in a dangerous rhyme, and I woke up with a drink, but it was a different kind of taste. The journey is over, and it's hard to send a thousand thoughts to anyone.　Upstairs for a few days, the spring chill (cold and thick), curtains hanging four (three) sides, the jade railing leaning lethargically. The cold incense is consumed by the new dream (clear dream broken), not allowed to worry about people do not get up. Dew morning flow, new (sparse) Tong first lead, how much to swim in spring. The sun (clouds) is high and the smoke is converging, more to see this (tomorrow) sunny yet?　Wuling Spring (Spring Evening) The wind and dust have ended, and the flowers have been scented. Things are different from each other, and I want to cry before I speak.　I've heard that the spring is still good at Shuangxi, so I'm going to go on a light boat. The most important thing to remember is that it's a small boat that can't carry a lot of sorrow.　The sound of slow and steady (autumn love) Searching and searching, cold and clear, miserable and sad. The first time it is warm and cold, it is most difficult to rest. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. The geese have passed by, and they are sad, but they know each other from the old days.　The 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 tree is also drizzling with rain, and at dusk, it is dripping with rain. This time, how can I say the word "sorrow"?　The banana tree planted in front of the window (who planted the banana tree?). It is full of shade in the center of the courtyard. The leaves are so full that there is a residual feeling in them.　It is raining on the sad pillow at the third night, and the drizzle is clear and heavy rain, and the drizzle is clear and heavy rain. I am not used to listening to the sadness of the people in the north.　Raccoon Creek Sand Sickness at the temples, lying down and watching the moon on the window screen. The cardamom and even the tip of the pan-fried water, do not 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 to the people.　Qing Ping Le Every year in the snow, often inserted plum blossoms drunk, 挼 exhaust plum blossoms have no good intentions, to win 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 is hard to see the plum blossoms.　The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it, it's also about the way you look at it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.　The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! 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 the fact that you can't get rid of them.　The Qing dynasty is slow, the tent is low, the carved railings are skillfully guarded, and the remaining spring is all alone in the center. The guest Hua Tantuo (澹沱)绰约, all see the innocence. After the flowers are gone, the makeup will be new. Enchanting state (enchanting and colorful state), jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long fatigue Dongjun.　On the east side of the city, on the south side of the street, on the day of the baking of the pool hall, competing (even) to go to the incense wheel. The day the feast is over, who can follow in the footsteps? I'd like to see you in the Palace of Bright Lights, where a few of the branches are even by the end of the day. The golden father fell, spared all the candles, regardless of (love) dusk.　Full Court Fame (Full Court Frost) Remaining Plum The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window eliminates the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and secluded. The seal incense has been burned out, and the shadow of the sun is falling from the curtain hooks. I've been planting plums with my hands, but I don't need to climb the stairs by the water. When no one comes, the silence is just like that of He Xun in Yangzhou.　It's hard to resist the rain, and it's hard to resist the wind. Who else has a flute to blow the sorrows? I don't hate that the fragrance of the jade (snow) is reduced, we must believe that the road, sweeping traces (traces of sweeping) love to stay. The moon in the window and the shadows are still flowing in the wind.　The Royal Street Walking (Lonely Geese) The rattan bed and paper tent will be up in the morning, so I can't say enough about it, but I have no good thoughts. The smoke from the incense is broken (intermittent) and the jade stove is cold, accompanied by my feelings like water. The sound of the flute, the heart of the plum is broken, how many spring feelings.　The wind and the rain are dashing, prompting a thousand lines of tears. The Jade House is empty, and I feel broken with whoever is leaning on it. A branch is broken, on earth and in heaven, there is no one to send it to.　Note: "Plum Garden" this first has a preface: "the world for the plum words, the pen will be vulgar, I try to make a, I know that the foregoing is not delusional."　Raccoon Creek Sand (Boudoir Love) The embroidered hibiscus curtain (face) opens with a smile, and the duck kisses the fragrant cheeks. The eyes only move to be guessed.　The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. The moon is moving and the shadow of the flower is about to come back.　Raccoon Creek Sand The bun is lazy in the spring, and the evening wind is blowing in the courtyard at the beginning of the fall of the plums. The moon is sparse with light clouds coming and going.　The Jade Duck Furnace was a free for all, and the Cherry Blossom Tent was covered with a tassel. The rhinoceros is also a good way to avoid the cold.　The Wangsun (spring twilight) Dreams are broken quietly leakage, worry thick wine annoyed. The precious pillows are cold, and the green screen is open to the dawn. Who swept away the remnants of red outside the door, and the wind came in the night?　I'm not sure where I'm going to find the person who broke the sound of the jade piper. Spring has gone again, and I can't bear to lose my return date. I would like to ask the East Lord about this feeling and this hatred, and I would like to ask the East Lord about it.　The Grudge Against Wangsun (Spring Twilight) The evening of spring in the Empire, with its heavy doors and deep courtyards, is a time when the grass is green in front of the steps. The grass is green in front of the steps, and the geese are broken in the twilight sky. Who is the one who sends the letter upstairs?　I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good deal out of this one. It's hard to dismantle, but it's also the cold eclipse. Autumn thousands of lanes and strangers, people quiet bright early slanting, dipping pear blossoms.　By: the above two words Zhao Wanli, Wang Xuechu two according to Yang Jinben "Cao Tang Poetry" and other books that should be a work of doubt, Tang Guizhang's "All Song Lyrics" is believed to be "Dili spring evening" words for Li, "dream break leak quietly" words for the words of John Doe. In recent years, Huang Mogu "re-series Li Qingzhao collection" is convinced that it is Li Qingzhao words, can be from.　Wave tansha (boudoir love) curtain outside the five winds, blowing dreams without trace. The painting of the building again with whom. I remember that the jade hairpin is tilted to dial the fire, the treasure seal has become empty.　Looking back at Zijin Peak, the rain and smoke (clouds) thick. A river of spring water (waves) in the drunken wakefulness. The tears of the day before yesterday were left in my lapel, and I played them with the levies.　Note: This is a poem written by Ouyang Xiu on the volume of "The Poetry of the Cao Tang".　Fisherman's Pride In the snow is known to the spring letter to, cold plum dotted Qiongzhi putty. The fragrant face is half-open and charming. In the courtroom, the jade person bathes out the new makeup to wash.　Creation may be biased intentionally, so teach the bright moon exquisite ground. *** Reward the gold Zun sinking green ants. Do not hesitate to get drunk, this flower does not compare with the group of flowers.　Butterfly Lovers Flower (on the sixth anniversary of the call of the relatives) eternal night sickly joy less. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.　The actual fact is that the actual actual people are not going to be able to get a lot more than just a few of them. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. I'm not sure if I'm drunk enough to laugh at the flowers, but I'm sorry to say that I'm as old as spring.　The Jade Palace Spring Red Plum Red Crisp is willing to release the Qiong Yao (bud) broken, probing the southern branches to bloom all over the end? I don't know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it is full of infinite meaning.　I'm not sure how long it will take to brew it, but I can see that it has unlimited meaning. The people at the bottom of the window are emaciated, so I'm not leaning on the railing. If you want to take a small look at it, you may not be able to stop the wind in the morning.　Yongyoule (Lantern Festival) The setting sun is melting gold, the evening clouds are merging together, where is the man? The willow smoke is thick and light, and the plum flute is blowing, so I know how much spring is in the air. The New Year's Eve is a wonderful festival, and the weather is so harmonious that there will be no rain or wind. I would like to thank all my friends and poets for coming to see me.　In the middle of the state, the girl's door has a lot of time, remember to emphasize the three to five. I remember the days when I had a lot of time for my girlfriends and remembered the importance of three to five years. Nowadays, I am haggard, with my hair on my temples, and I am afraid to go out at night. I might as well go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.　The Magnolia Flower, in reduced characters, was bought on a flower seller's stretcher and is ready to blossom in the spring. I have bought a branch that is ready to blossom in spring, and I am still wearing the traces of the dawn dew from the red clouds.　I'm afraid that my husband will guess that my face is not as good as the flower's face. I want to teach him how to compare it with the flower.　I remember the Qin E. Wing Tong The smoke is thin on the mountainous plains as I walk towards the pavilion. After the crows return to their homes, I can hear the horns in the twilight sky.　The broken incense and broken wine make me feel bad, and the west wind urges me to set the sycamore tree to fall. The sycamore tree falls, and also the autumn color (sadness), and also lonely.　Partridge Sky (osmanthus) Dark, light and yellow, the body is soft, the love is distant, only the fragrance stays. It is not necessary to be light blue and light (deep) red, but it is the first of its kind among flowers.　The plum must be jealous, the chrysanthemum should be ashamed, and the painting of the fence is open to crown the middle of the fall. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get my hands on one of these, but I'm sure I'll be able to get my hands on one of these.　------------------------------------- [Appendix] Dot Jiangliao (Autumn Swing) Cuji strike the swing, up lethargic whole (rectify) slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is light.　When I saw someone coming, I was so happy to see his socks and hairpin slip away. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I leaned on the door and looked back, but I sniffed the green plums.　Note: This song was written by Li Qingzhao in the volume 4 of Words and Poetry of the Ages, Volume 5. But the flowers and plants of the compilation of volume one, the continuation of the Poetry of the Cao Tang volume on the author's name is not labeled. Farewell was also mistakenly written by Su Shi and Zhou Bangyan.　The Case of the Green Jade (Farewell) The saddle of the expedition does not see the road to Handan, and there is no need to go back in a hurry. Autumn is in full swing, and the wind is blowing. The best place to hang out is in a bright window with a small drink and in a dark lamp with a quiet conversation.　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it through this. I'm still reciting new poems. I am not the only one who recites new poems, but I am the only one who recites new poems. Now, I am haggard, but I have tears, like the rain of yellow plums.　Note: This poem was written by Li Qingzhao in Volume 7 of Flowers and Plants, Volume 44 of Poetry of All Ages, and Volume 1 of Poetry Records. But Tang Guizhang, Wang Xuechu, Zhao Wanli because of the old collection of worship scripture building Yuan carved first printing of the book "Hanmo Daquan" after the C collection of Volume IV is not labeled with the author's name, suspected that it is not Li words.　Cai Sang Zi (Summer Intentions) The evening wind and rain have washed away the hot light. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea for me to be a part of it.　The image of the reddish-red raw silk is thin and glittering, and the snow is greasy and fragrant. I am laughing at the number of contained containers and the coolness of the woven grass on the pillow tonight.　Note: This poem was written by Li Qingzhao in Volume 4 of Words in the Forest and Volume 10 of Poetry Through the Ages. Kang and Zhi wrote it in Volume 2 of The Compendium of Flowers and Plants.　Raccoon Creek Sand (Spring Twilight) The clear sky above the building is blue, and the grass in front of the building is connected to the end of the world. I'm sad that I don't want to go up the highest ladder.　The new bamboo shoots have already become the bamboo under the hall, and the fallen flowers have all entered the mud of the swallow's nest. I can't bear to hear the cuckoo cry in the forest.　Note: This song "Poetry Miscellanea" this "Soyu words" collected. Zhu Zhuchu Mound "word synthesis" Volume 25, "Poetry through the ages" Volume 7 are made Li Qingzhao words. The first one is Zhou Bangyan's words, which can be found in Cao Tang Poetry and Poetry, Volume 1 and Pieces of Jade Collection.　Wave of Sand (Boudoir Love) The small waist is not resistant to the hurt of spring. The evening makeup is new under the shadow of sparse plums. The evening makeup is new under the shadow of sparse plums. What is it like to be curly and graceful?　The song moves the lips of the Zhu, the words of the anger. The peach blossom deep path (at) a pass. I am disappointed to see that the moon is still shining on the Yao Tai, and I am still looking at the wheel of return.　Note: This song is included in the Poetry Miscellany edition of Shouyu Words. Li Qingzhao's words were included in the volume of "The Poetry of the Cao Tang" and the volume of "The Poetry of All Ages". The first volume of the "Poetry and Poetry of the Cao Tang" and the second volume of the "Poetry and Poetry of All Ages" contain the words of Li Qingzhao.　Fatigue of human beings (Feeling of plum blossoming in the back pavilion) Jade is thin and fragrant, sandalwood is deep and snow is scattered. This year, I hate that I am late in exploring the plums. The clouds are free and the water is far away. The clear day is everlasting, and the curtains are rolled down by the railings.　The guest on the seat, Zunzhong (front) full of wine. The song ****, water flow cloud break. The south branch can be inserted, more (then) must be frequently cut. Do not wait until the western building, several Qiang pipe.　Note: This song "flowers and plants of pure editing" Volume VII, "Poetry Through the Ages" Volume 43 are Li Qingzhao words. Plum Garden, Volume IX is not labeled with the author's name.　Linjiang Xian (Plum) The garden is deep, the cloudy window and foggy pavilion are late in spring. For whom do I pine away and lose my beauty? The night comes with a good dream, it should be the southern branch of the hair.　The jade is thin, the sandalwood is light, and there is no limit to the hatred. Who knows when the fragrance has been blown out? The warm wind is late, so don't go to the apricot blossoms.　Note: This song, "Flower and Plants" Volume VII, "Poetry Through the Ages" Volume 38 are all made Li Qingzhao's words. Plum Garden, Volume IX for Mrs. Zeng Zixuan's wife (according to Mrs. Wei) words. However, Mrs. Wei's name was not included in Lefu Ya Ci.　Raccoon Brook Sand (摊破浣溪沙) The gold is kneaded to ten thousand points of lightness, and the jasper leaves are cut into layers. The style and spirit of the man is like that of Yanfu, too distinct.　The plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and the lilacs have a thousand knots of bitter and coarse growth. Smoke through the sad people thousands of miles of dreams, but no emotion.　By: this first "flowers and plants" volume four for Li Qingzhao words. Recent people believe in it. But Huang Mogu proposed: "the word is shallow, not similar to the work of Qingzhao. And Qingzhao made plum words, deep feelings, there is 'this flower is not with the group of flowers than' sentence, and this word is cloud 'plum stamen heavy He vulgar even', not Qingzhao's work is clear." The language is quite knowledgeable, from which, deleted from this.　Rui partridge double ginkgo charm and grace are not quite all, before the sweet orange can be slaves. Who pities the stray on the river, the jade bone and ice skin are not willing to wither.　Who taught me to pick them together, and when I was drunk, I leaned on the Emperor. I have a real intention to break it open, and I want to recite two new flavors.　Note: This song is only found in Volume 6 of "Flower and Herb Compendium". Zhao Wanli Yun: "Yu Zhen two parts, the poem is never through the leaf." And said that the words "very similar to the seven-word stanza, and" Rui partridge "words do not fit". Huang Mogu pointed out that: "the third sentence of the first piece of 'who pity' syntax, and then use 'who teach', the upper and lower pieces of the word is not coherent." Both of them are insightful. I am attaching them here.　RuMengLing Who sits alone with the bright window, I **** shadow two. When the lights are out and I want to go all night, the shadows have thrown me out of the way. There is no such thing, no such thing, I am in fear.　Note: This is the lyrics of Li Qingzhao in the volume of "Cao Tang Poetry and Poetry". The first volume of "The Collection of Flowers and Herbs" and the fifth volume of Shengan's "Words" were both written by Xiang Feng.　Pinyin The scattered remnants of red are exactly like the color of rouge. In the spring of the year, light flakes fly from the willow, and new bamboo shoots are added to the bamboo shoots. I sit in a lonely room and watch the tender green of the small garden.　I am disappointed that my son is not yet ready to return. In the next year, I will be able to dream, but I will still be able to reach the city's Yinxiqu. I should be able to see the waves of the river, and I would like to keep my eyes open for the old man.　Press: The original proofreading of this song: "See Suckgook Pavilion unengraved version and the compilation of flowers and plants, a Zeng Gonggun." Flower and grass compilation" volume 7 for Li Qingzhao words, under the note Zeng Gonggon. Zeng Qian's Lefu YaYi (The elegant words of music), Volume II, was also composed of Zeng Gonggon's words, but with a different text, the first two lines of which were completely different.　The first two lines are completely different. The rapid rain startles the dawn of autumn, and this year, the autumn wind is earlier. I have a goblet of wine and a song, but I must not let go of the remaining light of the evening breeze. It's a pity that the lotus flower is already gone, and the lotus room is still small.　I'm not sure how I can say that I'm in love with the people in my life. There are some words to be drunkenly folded, the lotus asked. I'm older than I was last year," he says, "but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to say anything.　Note: This song is written by Li Qingzhao in Volume IX of "The Record of Lyrics". The flowers and plants of the compendium" volume seven is not labeled with the author's name.　Longevity music Nanchang birthday cold should wait. Looking at the edge of the sun, six leaves step penny first show. I love the scenery want to hang Fusang, the leakage of the silver arrow, ladle back to shake the bucket. I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea. I've got a good match with Rong Shuji. Nowadays, the day brocade is full of noble families.　Glory, Wenbu purple forbidden, a gold medal green ribbon. More than that, it is worth Tong Di Lianyin, the tiger symbol Xiongshi, clip the river to divide the guard. Situation of the green clouds at hand, morning and evening into the Cheng Ming after. Seeing the colorful clothes competing for offerings, the orchid is shy and jade is strong. I wish you a thousand years of age, which is a reference to the longevity of the pine tree.　Note: This song is only found in Volume 6 of "The Interception of the River", and was originally titled "Composed by Mrs. Yi An". However, no one in the Song Dynasty has ever called Li Qingzhao in this way, and the style is also very different from that of Qingzhao, so it is suspected that it is not written by Li.　Partridge Sky Spring Boudoir The warblers on the branches and tears heard, the new cry marks between the old cry marks. There is no news of the fish and geese in spring, and thousands of kilometers of mountainous passes are a dream.　I have no words to say to Fangzun, and I have arranged for my intestines to be broken until dusk. Just now I can get the lamp, the rain hit the pear blossom and closed the door.　By the way, the base version of this song, "Soyu Lyrics", has this word in the Mao note book. However, the title of this poem is Qin Guan's words in Volume 5 of Flower and Herb Compendium and Volume 27 of Poetry Through the Ages.　The Case of the Green Jade (Spring Nostalgia) The spring of the year has come and gone. The dark green and red color is very interesting. In the green poplar courtyard, there is a person pining for the warm wind and curtains.　I bought flowers and wine in Chang'an City, and I was able to see peaches and plums in the mountains of my home. The east wind is blowing away the tears of the guests. It is difficult to express the love of each other, and there is no basis for dreaming, but to return.　Press: The school at the bottom of this song has this word in the Mao notes. However, in Volume 7 of Flowers and Plants, and in Volume 45 of Poems of All Ages, the words were written by Ouyang Xiu.　New Lotus Leaves The thin dew is zero at the beginning, and the long night ****s forever. The building is surrounded by water and towers over ten thousand feet of the ocean. The orchid is the birthday, and the hairpin is reflected in the court. The flowers are soft, the goblets are graceful.　The crane is thin and the pine is green, and the spirit and the autumn moon compete for brightness. Virtue article, Su Chi the reputation of the next day. Dongshan high, although the minister, not enough to be honored. Anshi must rise, to sue the world of the living.