Slow voice Li Qingzhao

Looking and searching, deserted and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.

Three cups and two bottles of weak wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows.

The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, no one is worthy of being picked off now.

Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark?

The phoenix trees are drizzled even more, and the drizzle drops gradually at dusk.

This time, how can one be so worried!

Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth

Lin Lin lives in the building

The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.

Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work. ——Li Kun's "Hoeing"

The grass grows in Liliyuan, and it grows wither every year. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Fude Ancient Grassland"

Send off the king and grandson again, full of farewell love. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland of Fude"

I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. ——Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Dusk River"

The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. ——Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"

The chirping repeats the chirping, Mulan is weaving in the house. ——"Mulan Poems"

Twelve volumes of military books, each with the grandfather's name. ——"Mulan Poetry"

I don't hear the mother-in-law's voice calling the girl, but I can hear the splashing of the Yellow River. ——"Poetry of Mulan"

I don't hear my mother-in-law's voice calling me, but I hear the chirping of a horseman from Yanshan Mountain. ——"Poetry of Mulan"

The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. ——Cen Shen's "Meeting Envoys Entering the Capital"

In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late in Yaoyao. ——Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Master Lingche"

If you are confused and want to ask questions, the evening is long and peaceful. ——Meng Haoran's "Woods on the Early Cold River"

The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set with morning dew. ——Han Yuefu's "Long Song Xing"

The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will linger in the sky for thousands of years. ——Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"

Qingchuan is surrounded by Hanyang trees and luxuriant grass in Parrot Island. ——Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"

I waved my hand and left, the horses roared. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to a Friend"

The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset. ——Wang Ji's "Ambition"

Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.

——Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea"

The boundless falling trees are rustling