Li Qingzhao's frontier poems

Walking with shame, leaning against the door, looking back, I smelled my childhood-"Little Red Lips"

Don't get carried away, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers-

Zuihuayin

Flowers drift from one place to another, water flows from one place, a kind of acacia, and two leisure places.

I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown and go to my heart-"dried plums"

This time, what a sad sentence! -Slow voice

I have reported that the road is long, and the Xiu Yuan is in the twilight. There is an amazing sentence in learning poetry-the pride of the fisherman.

Last night, the rain suddenly dispersed, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

You know, you know, it should be green and fat and red and thin, right? -Like a dream.

Life is a hero, and death is a hero.

I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. -Summer quatrains