Li Qingzhao has some sad sentences, describing Li Qingzhao s sentences

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back. Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless! Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Kick off the swing and get up and straighten your slender hands. Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent.

When he saw someone coming, he slipped away with a sock shovel and a golden hairpin, and walked away with shame. Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums.

Mo Xu cup deep amber thick, not into the drunken first melting, sparse Zhong should be late wind.

Rui brain incense dispels the soul and dreams, dispels the cold golden bun and pine mustaches, and wakes up to the candle red.

The idle windows of the small courtyard are deep, the heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are deep, and the building is speechless.

Yuanxiu out of the mountain to urge the twilight, the drizzle blows the rain to make the light shade, and the pear blossoms are afraid of thanks.

The light of spring is cold and the sky is cold, the jade furnace is sinky and the smoke is lingering, and the dream is back to the mountain pillow and the hidden flowers.

Haiyan will fight grass in the future, Jiangmei has passed the willow and is wet, and the rain is wet at dusk.

The bun hurts the spring and combs more, the evening breeze courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum, the light clouds come and go to the moon and the moon is sparse, the jade duck Xun furnace is idle and Rui's brain, the Zhu Ying bucket tent covers the tassels, and the rhino also solves the cold.

The embroidered curtain Hibiscus smiled, leaned on the duck's cheeks, and the eye waves were guessed.

On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, the half-note is coquettish and hateful, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flower comes again.

The night is drunk and the makeup is late, and the plum calyx is inserted into the stump branches. The wine wakes up and smokes the spring sleep, and the dream is broken.

People are quiet, the moon is still around, and the green curtains are hanging. More remnants, more fragrant, more time.

The sound of Guihong is broken, and the snow falls from the back window. The bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin head is light.

The sound of the horn prompts the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bullfight. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, and the west wind leaves the old cold.

The wind is soft, the spring is still early, and the jacket is in a good mood at first glance. Sleep slightly cold, plum blossom sideburns remnants.

Where is your hometown? Forget unless drunk. When Shen Shui is lying down, it burns, and the incense and wine are not gone.

The wind is set and the flowers are deep, and the red snow is piled up outside the curtain. After the begonia blooms, it is the spring season.

The wine is singing and the jade is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, and it cries even more.

But I still like her "Slow Voice" :

Looking for it, it is cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest, two lamps and three glasses of light wine, how can he be the enemy and the wind is in a hurry at night? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

The second, how can you get a worry? ”

Looking for it, it is cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums.

I am only afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums.

Hoe He said that in the afternoon, the anthurium cleared the waves, the green mountains buried the loyal bones, and there were many emotions bitter.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

I am only afraid of the Sungai grasshopper boat, and I can't carry a lot of sorrows.

Half a life of smoke and rain, half a life of peach blossoms.

It's okay, you can look at the words of Nalan Xingde.

Who will burn the smoke? Scattered the vertical and horizontal ties. Listen to the broken strings, break the three thousand obsessions. Falling flowers are annihilated, drowning in the wind ripples. If the flower is pitiful, whose fingertips will it fall?

The wind and clouds move the city, and the windows are like the sound of tiles. The glass asks if the rain is tired, and the rain asks if the glass hurts. The mood of this song is very beautiful.

There are thousands of lovesickness, and there is no arrangement in the world. Li Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

Red lotus fragrance remnant jade autumn", exquisite and exquisite, really do not eat fireworks in the world.

With the morning light, over the millennium, I approached your ......

I have walked through the loneliness of "cherishing spring and spring, when to urge flowers and rain", walking through the youth of "dew and thin, thin sweat and light clothes", walking through the style of "embroidered hibiscus smiling, oblique flying treasure duck lining fragrant cheeks", walking through the loneliness and melancholy of "locking the window on a cold day, and the sycamore should hate the frost at night", and walking through the cold and helpless ...... of "it is better to get drunk before the split, and not to bear the chrysanthemum yellow in the east fence".Venus is beautiful because of her broken arm, Beethoven is great because she is deaf, and you are lonely because of your talent. In that era, you were undoubtedly a strange flower on the branches, the cold autumn wind destroyed you, but you were unwilling to fall to the ground, still stubbornly erect the branches, blooming to the fullest, overflowing with a unique fragrance, never withered. Your talent and stubbornness have created your loneliness, and your peerless loneliness has made you cold and condensed beauty!

You take a flat boat, carrying a thick sorrow, melancholy eyes, Mo Dao does not kill the soul, people are thinner than yellow flowers, and come to us. The wind and rain of thousands of years have faded away the prosperity of the glaze, precipitated, and your tears are weak and sad. home, can no longer go back; The heart has nowhere to go; The night is too long, condensed into frost, and the miserable white crescent moon hooks the past, so that this loneliness blends into the light wine, and makes it most difficult for you to rest, until you are "looking for it, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable".

Your life is surrounded by this sky of sorrow, boudoir sorrow, family sorrow, love sorrow, national sorrow, how can you have the word "sorrow"? !

In the face of things and people, in the face of broken incense and residual wine, in the face of green, fat, red and thin, there are no colleagues, no acquaintances, only a glass of turbid wine to wash away sorrows. How deep is that sorrow? Grasshopper boats can't do anything either.

Since it can't be carried, it will turn into salty tears with loneliness, dripping in the memories of Zhao Mingcheng and in the lingering thoughts of hatred for the country and family.

Li Qingzhao, the god of beauty in my heart, the eternal pursuit in my heart. You stand on the top of the mountain, sucking the sharp energy of heaven and earth, and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. You won't be alone.

You have traveled through time and space with the light around you, and you have come to us. I firmly believe that in the new era, there are still women with a blue heart under the inspiration of your spirit. Ailing inherited your firmness and determination, Sanmao inherited your boldness and freedom, Zhang Xiaoxian inherited your sharpness and thoroughness, and Shu Ting inherited your sweet and independent love ......

Li Qingzhao, the god of beauty in my heart, my eternal pursuit, you set up a lonely lamp, illuminated a lonely process, and danced a perfect solo dance with that peerless loneliness, like a swaying flower, guarding the prosperous empty city in Chinese history.