I want to know some love poems of Li Qingzhao?

I often recall the dusk by the river.

Drunk to death, we don't remember the way back at all!

After having a good time, we rowed home.

Mistaken into the depths of lotus.

Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,

All the egrets in the shallows were startled.

well

It rained last night and the wind suddenly blew.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man,

However, Haitang remains the same.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Dianjiang lip

Lonely boudoir,

A soft heart is full of sadness.

Cherish spring,

When will it rain?

Leaning against the fence,

Just not in the mood!

Where are people?

Even the sky is collapsing,

Look at the way back.

Dianjiang lip

Swing,

Stand up and adjust your slender hands.

Dew is thick and flowers are thin,

Sweat thin and clothes light.

When someone comes,

Socks are golden and slippery,

And ashamed to go.

Looking back at the door,

But smell the plum.

(For the first anonymous word, see Volume I of Nazi Collection of Flowers and Plants.)

Huanxisha

The Moses cup is dark amber,

Melt before you get drunk,

Better late than late.

Ruinaoxiang disappeared and the dream was shattered.

Break the cold, make a bun, loosen it,

Wake up, time and space are red for candles.

Huanxisha

Idle windows in the yard are full of spring,

The curtain didn't sink,

Leaning at the crossroads, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.

Going out to catch the dusk,

The breeze blew the rain and lit up the shade.

The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and drizzle can't bear it. It's really a sad scenery.

Huanxisha

Idle spring and cold food days,

Jade furnace sinks and leaves smoke,

Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.

Haiyan will mow grass in the future,

Jiang Mei surpassed Liu Shengmian,

Wet the swing at dusk.

Huanxisha

Comb more when the bun hurts spring,

Evening breeze and early plum blossom in the courtyard,

Light clouds travel back and forth to the moon,

Jade duck smoked the stove to wake up,

Zhu Ying covered her tassel with a bucket,

Rhinoceroses can also relieve the cold.

Huanxisha

Embroidered curtain lotus smiled,

Leaning against the sweet cheeks of the duck,

Oh, I don't know

On the one hand, it is full of charm,

I don't want to tell you what I think,

The moon moves and the shadow comes back.

bodhisattva pretty

The wind is light, the sky is thin and spring is still early.

The shirt was in a good mood at first.

Xiao Han sleeps,

Plum blossoms burn in the temples.

Where is my hometown?

Don't think about it unless you are drunk.

Burned while lying in the water,

The smell of wine and fragrance did not disappear.

bodhisattva pretty

The sound of returning flood alarmed rinspeed,

The snow in the back window is falling and the smoke is straight out.

The bottom of the candle is bright,

Women are better than men.

The sound of the horn urges the dawn to break,

Dawn returns to the bull's eye.

It's hard to see flowers in spring.

The west wind urges the old cold.

Complain about one's feelings

I came to Shen Zui late at night to remove my makeup.

Plum calyx is attached with residual branches.

Wake up drunk and break the spring sleep,

Dreams never come back.

People quietly,

Yue yiyi,

The green curtains hung down.

Move the stump more,

More fragrant,

More time.

within walking distance

The wind will deepen the flowers,

There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.

After the flowering of Changji Haitang,

It's spring.

The wine column sings Yu Jing Tian,

The blue cylinder is dark and bright.

Dreams are unbearable,

More crows □ (left "definitely" right half, right "bird").

Serenade of peace and joy/Happy lyrics of peace and tranquility

In the heavy snow every year,

Often drunk plum blossoms,

It's not good to move all the plum blossoms.

Win the tears on your clothes!

This year, the ends of the earth,

Flowers grow on the temples.

Look at the night breeze,

So plum blossoms should be ugly.

Qin Yiai

Lingaoge,

Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.

The smoke is thin,

When the rooster crows and returns,

Smell the horn at dusk.

Fragrant and fragrant,

The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

Wutongluo,

It's autumn again,

Still lonely.

Puhuan Xisha

Rubbing gold is 10 thousand points of light,

Cut into layers of jasper leaves

Grace and spirit are like Yan Fu,

It's too bright.

What's so vulgar about plum blossoms,

Lilacs are bitter and rough.

Through thousands of miles of dreams,

But ruthless.

Puhuan Xisha

When I was sick, my temples rusted,

Lying watching the broken moon on the window screen.

Stir-fry cardamom in water,

Don't share tea.

Poetry and books on the pillow are so idle,

The scenery in front of the door is rainy.

Borrowing money from others all day,

Oily resin.

Add words to pick mulberry seeds

Who planted banana trees in front of the window?

Yin fills the atrium;

Yin fills the atrium,

Leaves warm the heart and linger.

Sad pillow in the rainy night,

Drop by drop;

Drop by drop,

Worried about hurting northerners, I'm not used to listening!

Wulingchun

The wind stopped the dust and fragrant flowers came out.

Tired of combing my hair at night.

Things are people, not everything,

Tears flow first when you want to talk.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.

I also plan to canoe.

I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,

Can't move, many concerns.

Zuihuayin

The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad.

Renau Xiao Jin beast

This festival is the Double Ninth Festival.

Jade pillow cabinet,

It is cool in the middle of the night.

Wine is put in Dongli after dusk,

There are faint fragrance and sleeves.

Don't die,

The curtains are covered with the west wind,

People are thinner than yellow flowers.

Nan' gezhi

The stars turn in the sky,

The curtain of the world falls.

Cold pillow with tears,

Let's talk about Luo Yi again. What is night?

Emerald lotus is very small,

The golden lotus root leaves are very thin.

Old weather, old clothes,

Only feelings are different, hometown!

The resentment of the prince and grandson

The waves on the lake are boundless,

Autumn is dusk, red is scarce, and there is not much fragrance.

Mountains and rivers are close to people,

Endless.

Lotus seeds are getting old,

Green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.

Herons sleeping in Sha Ou don't look back,

Like hatred, people come back early.

Partridge day

Lock the windows in cold weather,

Indus should hate the frost at night.

The wine column prefers bitter tea,

When dreams are broken, you should refresh your mind.

Autumn is over,

The days are still long,

Zhong Xuanhuai is much more desolate.

Why don't you get drunk without respect,

Don't be afraid of the yellow flowers on the east fence.

Partridge day

A dim, bright and soft corpus luteum,

Love is gone, only fragrance remains.

Why light blue and deep red,

Nature is the first among flowers.

Ding Mei was jealous,

Chrysanthemum should be ashamed,

The painting column is open in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Poets can be ruthless,

There were no collections in those days.

Spring is in the jade pavilion; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Red Plum

Red crisp meat is willing to beat Qiong Yao to pieces,

Explore the south branch to the end?

I don't know how long I kept it.

But seeing the package is infinite.

The Taoist priest languishes at the bottom of the spring window,

Dull, dry and sad.

If you want to look down, come and have a rest,

The Ming dynasty may not be without wind.

Konakayama

Spring has come in Nagato, with green grass.

The red plum is a little broken,

Did not open evenly.

Blue clouds cage grinding jade dust,

Stay in the dream,

Break through a spring.

The shadow of the flower weighed heavily on the door,

Open the curtains and scatter the bright moon,

Good evening.

I lost to Dong Jun three times in two years,

Give it back,

I plan to come this spring.

A bunch of plum blossoms

Red lotus root fragrant jade stays in autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang,

Alone in the blue boat.

Who sent the brocade book?

When the word goose returns,

The west building is full of moons.