Broken Magnolia written by Li Qingzhao, I want to know its poems. Please reply as soon as possible if you want to know!

When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. What a beautiful and exquisite spring it is. It takes enough imagination to reach such a state. What do you want to convey to us through the relationship between words? What suddenly brightened my mind? What is looking for me everywhere in my heart? What is rippling in my heart? What broke our dreams?

"You have to understand that everything in the world will eventually return/not to mention the limited west wind/boundless coolness arranged for you by the season on the way/but you hesitated, you lingered, you lingered/year after year, you left behind/my mistake lies in my indulgence, carelessness/year after year, and you have been deeply hurt by time." , "running water, how can you keep all the things that should go/have passed away/are passing away? /Holding the door, you said: Time is like a dream/I deeply understand your feelings at this time. " . -Du Ya is the second person who was hurt by time.

Hua Xiren. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and they are still cool with rosy clouds. Those eyes hurt by tears sparkled. What's getting clearer?

Listen to the rain on a cold night. Under the rain, what are those lonely people whispering for? Is there no turning back? What quietly occupied the open heart? Who is listening to your singing with deep heart? Who is knocking on the door of history for you?

What emotions surround you? Think through history. Why are those faces that have disappeared still clear? Live near flowers. Every day is a flower match. My heart is gradually saturated with flowers. Inner peace gradually. A kind of beauty, what are you waiting for? Yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn, please show me how that girl feels.

"Like the autumn wind, I hear it again: every time I turn around/see the forest/always look at it, I can't shout it out, as if it were my love." If it snows at this time, I will open the floodgate of memory and shed tears/I will say "I love" or "I hurt"/these words are buried in my heart all winter. -Du Ya's Autumn and Silence.

Those emerging worries are a little sad. What is condensed in that slightly wrinkled brow? You let your song play again. Who is listening to your voice moving from time to time? Who is listening to your affectionate singing? Who is feeling the subtle pain in your heart? How much innocence is there in that girl's feelings

Can that shy heart illuminate that honest man? I know how you feel. What's that falling quietly? Those lost fragments have come back to life. Spring comes as scheduled. The flowers grow bigger and bigger. Who can make your girl's heart bloom with the fragrance of life from flowers?

The voice in your heart, the stupid action in your heart, the love sprouting in your heart, what did he use to wake them up? Years of longing, why did it turn into spring-like sadness? The past is like smoke, how to solidify the clarity of tears? Can those worries melt him? Can he hold the hand of spring for you and make your flowers full of men's pity?

"It's as if I was silently thinking about you/Yang Sui covered with branches in one day//and the willow turned green, and the wind/spring things blowing over the long embankment touched my eyes again//As if I could recall the past/The drizzle began to fall in the field ...//As if I was silently thinking about you/Yang Sui began to fall quietly behind me." -I miss you, Dua.

Can people who pick flowers in spring pick your amorous feelings? What kind of feelings is it to write people with flowers? Does the running river in your heart flow through his love? Is that deer jumping in your heart running on his grassland? Can the seeds of love you sow sprout and grow brilliantly in his heart? Who is that horse in The Beauty of Flowers? Flowers, how long can that song last?

What is congenital? What can't you refuse? I can't resist what? Flowers are in full bloom, and girls are sad. Can we step into the arms of spring? Can those floating vagrants stop on the flowers? Who is your favorite in spring, like stars and flowers? Who burns emotions for the person you love in spring?

Who wants to touch the beauty of spring with their love? Can flapping wings fly with his heart? Write a beautiful poem with fiery red flowers and fiery red girl feelings, can you impress him? I was moved by your love. I am moved by your persistence. You lit my touch. One night in November, I turned into words, song for you.

"I can't say chrysanthemum/love, life, moonlight-/it must be these things related to autumn/make me silent. I am silent ...//I can't express my sadness/when I sit in this autumn afternoon/this aging Yang Shulin/when poplar leaves fall on the river bank/it shows the desolation of life. " . -Du Ya "I can't express my sadness".

He is your happy home. He is the direction of your happiness. He is where your love belongs. What are those boundless dust covered with? In the spring sunshine, those flowers that open their hearts make me feel warm. Those sleeping hearts have awakened. Those eternal hearts, he should burn for you. Whose song is that wandering soul?

Can those deer in your heart lead love to his heart? Can your beautiful lightning go deep into his heart? In my heart, I feel the power of family and the power of words. Can your emotional words make him move? I am surrounded by your words. I am wrapped in your words.

You write words in spring. I read you in winter and write down my feelings. I don't know what all your words are made of. But I know you long for him to love you wholeheartedly. Yes, I saw your heart. I was moved by the love your words brought him.

Flowers! Flowers! Flowers! Has this word nothing to do with your love? Is this word engraved on your name? The only remaining spring is always in your words. Spring is a longing girl, who has loved it? And my flower is a lonely and cold child in winter. It is eager to grow up in spring. Your words sit heavily on my heart, deeply put yourself down and leave deep footprints.

Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. What a pure girlish feeling this is! Can those deep feelings and sweet words that grow in your heart burn into his heart? Flowers are your love. Flowers are your youth. People who hold your flowers and your loved ones will write your name in their hearts over and over again.

Does he want to live alone with you? Did he go through the storm with you? Is he going to hold your hand and grow old with you? Do you believe in love? Your burning heart for him, you must believe for a lifetime. When will those flowing sorrows stop? Shame should be that there is no flowering period, and it is time to shade and bear fruit. I am indifferent to things, pity my old age, and I am infinitely dependent on your poems. There is no morning wine on the jade platform, and the gold thread is still empty. Since then, I have met every year, and I want to ask Fan Chi, my former nursery.

Plum blossoms bloom like snow. The world of mortals is like a dream. Nagato is naturally unadorned. Why should pearls comfort loneliness? A faint fragrance wafted in. The world of mortals can't fly outside the wall, and it's freezing. You made Chunhua jealous. You have the connotation and spirit of snow.