The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid 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.
——Li Qingzhao
In this life, I have no chance of love;
In my previous life, I was entangled in love.
The tenderness was poured out into the water, looking at the beautiful woman singing solo outside the court.
I regard you as a close relative, but you throw it away time and time again.
The feelings of youth, the tenderness around them, the open and secret struggles, the deep love between brothers and sisters, the love and hatred between sisters——
Listen to Mi Meng speak carefully for you, sharing the tender words of the ancient times.