A plum blossom
Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the cloud boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.