Li Qingzhao's 20 most famous poems

Li Qingzhao's 20 most famous poems are as follows:

1, "sound slow search". Looking around, 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 and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

2, "a cut plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade autumn." Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

3. "Summer quatrains". Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

4. Wuling Spring Festival Evening. The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are not everything, I want to cry first. It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and I plan to go boating, for fear that Shuangxi can't bear much worry.

5. "Like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting". I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

6. "Drunken flowers, foggy clouds, everlasting". The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

7. "Like a dream, it suddenly rained and blew last night." Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

8. Osmanthus fragrans. A dull and light corpus luteum is soft. Love is gone, only fragrance remains. Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower Ding Mei is jealous, but Ju should be ashamed. When the curtain is opened on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the poet can be ruthless and think about what happened that year.

9. Fisherman's pride. When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, Wen Tian asked me where to go. I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.

10, "Little Red Lip, Kick the Swing". Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.

1 1, year after year in the snow. In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often drunk and hostile, and tears are better than clothes. This year, the ends of the earth, rustling temples, watching the wind come late, it will be ugly.

12, "On the Phoenix Stage, I remember playing the flute, which was fragrant, cold and golden". The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I'm afraid I'll worry and hate it, but I don't want to say it. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. In the Ming dynasty, I went back to Yangguan for thousands of times, and it was difficult to stay long. 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.

13, "Hua Lian Paper Mill Wind Music to Send Sisters". Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The long mountain of humanity is broken again. The rustling rain heard the lonely pavilion, and I bid farewell to the injury. Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.

14, "Gecangchun, Xiao Fang, Man Ting". The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window locks the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrived, lonely and muddy, He Xun was in Yangzhou. Never, knowing rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to the wind. What's more, if the flute blows deeply, don't hate the incense and eliminate the snow, you must dredge the trace.

15, Huanxisha boudoir love. Embroidered hibiscus smiles, and ducks flying obliquely are lined with fragrant cheeks, which makes people guess eye movements at a glance. On the one hand, it is full of charm, half a note is charming and hateful, and the moon moves back.

16, "A touch of crimson lips and boudoir thoughts". Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Give everything. I'm just not in the mood. Where people are, the sky is fading and the grass is fading, and the road is broken.

17, eternal happiness The sunset melts gold. The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now gaunt, wind and frost temples.

18, "complaining about feelings, getting drunk at night and taking off makeup late". It's late to get drunk and remove makeup at night, and the plum calyx is stuck in the branch. Wake up after drinking, sleep in the spring, dream away. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. More time-consuming and more fragrant.

19, Dolly talks about white chrysanthemums. The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate rustling, heartless wind and rain, rubbing Qiongji at night. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels. Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease. Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia.

20. "South Gezi, the Milky Way in the sky". The milky way turns in the sky, the curtain hangs on the earth, and the pillow is full of tears. Let's talk about Luo Yi again. What a night this is. Violet is small, golden lotus leaves are thin, and the old weather is old. Only when feelings are different from those in my hometown.