"Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty

Last night it was rainy and windy, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep.

When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.

Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.

"Good things are coming soon·The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deeply"

The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. I remember that after the begonias bloomed, it was the time of spring.

After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.

"A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Red Lotus Root Fragrance Remains Jade Mat Autumn"

Red Lotus Root Fragrance Remains Jade Mat Autumn (diàn) Autumn, I undressed my Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this situation. It's just a frown, but it's in my heart.

"At night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum tree is inserted into the broken branches. I wake up and break my spring sleep, and my dream is broken."

The spring is deep in the small courtyard window, and the curtains are heavy. The unrolled shadow is heavy, leaning against the building and silently listening to the Yao Qin.

It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.

The jade duck smokes the stove and the auspicious brain is idle, the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros also resolves the cold.

One side is charming and full of charm, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.

The courtyard is a little deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build Kangcheng.

The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the painting railings are open to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. Scholars can be ruthless, why can't things come to an end?

The morning glory and the weaver girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.

I feel sorry for the sadness and leave the place in chaos, forgetting to leave. The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that I can pass the message to the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.

Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.

Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.

People are fighting for grass in the future, the river plums have passed willow trees, and the swings are wet with rain at dusk.

Lonely in the deep boudoir, every inch of my heart is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.

Looking back while leaning against the door, I sniffed the green plum blossoms.

The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.

"Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now?"

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.

The waves and tears make my heart drunk. After a while, the bear looks haggard. Missing you is like running water, and the thin horseshoes in the sky are broken. If you see me, I will definitely meet you in my dream. The water of the Yangtze River is rolling, and the heroes are crying.

One side is charming and full of charm, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.

People are fighting for grass in the future, the river plums have passed willow trees, and the swings are wet with rain at dusk.

The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it is drizzle.

After the singing in the wine bar, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.

I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.

We sat down with the guests, the wine was full in front of us, and the singing was flowing like water. The southern branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don't wait for the west tower to sound the Qiang pipe several times.

Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.

This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see.

Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin.

"It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow; every drop of rain makes me sad and hurts the people in the north. I am not used to hearing it!"

Better Mingguang Palace, a few branches approach the sun first Evenly, Jin Zun fell down and burned out all the candles, regardless of the dusk.

Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep.

Be a hero in life, and be a hero in death.

Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.

"The stars and rivers in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. Liang Sheng's pillow mat is stained with tears. He gets up to untie his clothes and ask, what kind of night is it?"

This year, the corners of the world are fluttering, and the temples are fluttering. Shenghua. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see.

The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It is a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring.

The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight. It’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.

Leaning on the railings all over the place, I just have no emotions. Wherever I am, the grass is dying and I can’t see my way back.

"The green lotus leaves are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. The weather is old and the clothes are old, only the feelings are different, the old home!"

The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, stuffy and damaged, and he is worried. Not leaning. Come and have a rest if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow.

The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow.

After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright.

The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.

Kang Qingyun is just around the corner, after entering Chengming day and night. Look at the colorful clothes competing for offerings, the orchids are ashamed of the jade wine. I wish you a long life, and use the pine tree to wish you longevity.

Catalogue may be intentional, so the moon shines brightly. ***The bounty is green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.

The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.

"The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with green dew, and the apple blossoms and grass are growing. The gulls and herons are sleeping in the sand and do not look back, as if they hate it, and people return early."

"I am afraid of leaving my arms. Don't be bitter, there are so many things that I want to say, but I still have to stop. "

The broken fragrance and lingering wine are full of evil feelings, and the west wind urges the fallen parasol trees. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.

Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to wither.

How vulgar are the plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.

"The fragrant and cold golden cat was rolled over by the red waves. When I got up, I combed my hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry was covered with dust and the sun was hanging on the curtain. I was afraid of the pain of parting and saying goodbye. There were so many things I wanted to talk about but I still gave up. Newly thin, It's not the wine that makes you sick, it's not the sadness of autumn. "

The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and he is depressed and worried. Come and have a rest if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow.

I'm afraid that the Shuangxi sailboat cannot carry many sorrows.

On a cold spring day, the jade furnace sinks into the water and smoke lingers, and I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.

The wind is soft, the sun is thin, and spring is still early, and I feel good with my shirt on. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact.

One side is charming and full of charm, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.

I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

Why don't you go to the curtain and listen to people's laughter.

Whoever leans against you can break a branch, and there is no one in the world or heaven who can send it.

The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.

"Nakayong night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty. I hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin, and the sound of leaking is long.,"

The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and there is snow behind the window The smoke from the furnace is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.

"It is a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers from many people all day long.

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