Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers" is foggy, the clouds will be sad forever, the spirits will be refreshed, and the golden beast will disappear. 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. Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum" has the lingering fragrance of red lotus root. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. 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. I can't get rid of this feeling. I just frown, but I feel that Li Qingzhao's "The Phoenix Terrace remembers the flute" smells cold, turns red, and gets up to comb my 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. The Sound Slow by Li Qingzhao is lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Li Yu's "Hui Huan" has nothing to say when he goes to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Li Yu's Young Beauty? What do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward. Li Bai said goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou, and had to leave Bolt and me since yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We both want to see the sun and the moon in the sky with distant thoughts. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian" leans on a dangerous building, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave, the Middle Wall of Shuboshan Road" Young people don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn. Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" is full of fragrance, and she is tired of combing her 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 boat won't move. I'm worried.