Seeking beautiful ancient poetry, Li Qingzhao's best ~
Li Qingzhao was a famous poetess in the Song Dynasty of China. Her poems were known for their graceful, gentle, fresh and refined style. She was known as the "first talented woman in history". The following are a few beautiful ancient poems by Li Qingzhao for you to enjoy: 1 Dream Ordeal I often remember that I was drunk at dusk in the stream pavilion and didn't know how to return. At night I return to my boat and mistakenly enter the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting to cross, fighting to cross, startled a pool of gulls and egrets. 2 Slow Voice I'm looking for you, I'm looking for you. It is most difficult to rest when it is warm and cold. How could three cups or two of light wine rival him? The wild goose is also sad, but it is an old acquaintance. 3."Dream Order·Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset" I often remember that I was drunk at dusk in the stream pavilion and didn't know how to return. At night I return to my boat and mistakenly enter the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting to cross, fighting to cross, startled a pool of gulls and egrets. 4 "So It Is" Hand hoe out of the embroidered curtain, bear to step on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willows and elm pods are fragrant, no matter whether peaches float or Li Fei; Peaches and plums can bloom again next year, who knows who will be in my boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built. The swallows between the beams are too heartless! Next year, although the flowers can be pecked, but no one will leave the beam empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind knife frost sword strict pressure; When can bright and beautiful beauty drift in the morning, it is difficult to find. The flowers bloom, and it's easy to see them in distress. I'm looking for the steps, and I'm worried about killing the buried flowers. The man leaned on the hoe alone, and his tears sprinkled in the dark. The branches above him were stained with blood. The cuckoo is speechless. At dusk, I return with a hoe and close the heavy door. The blue lamp shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping. The cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm. Why do you blame me? half for pity and half for vexation. Love spring suddenly to anger suddenly to go to, but also silent to go not heard. Last night's sad song outside the court was the soul of flowers and birds? Flower soul, bird soul is always difficult to stay, birds are silent, flowers are ashamed; I hope I can grow wings today and fly with flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant mound at the end of the sky? It's better to put away the beautiful bones in a brocade bag and cover the romantic atmosphere with a handful of pure land. The quality of the original clean to clean, but also clean to go, but also strong than the mud into the ditch. Now that you're dead, I don't know when I'll be buried. I'm burying flowers now, people laugh at me for being silly. Who will bury me in another year? Just look at the fading flowers in spring, when the beauty dies of old age; Once spring is over, the beauty dies, the old flowers die, and both people don't know!