The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.
Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather.
The rhyme of the poem is complete. Holding your head and sobering up, it is not a leisurely feeling.
After the war is over, it's hard to express all the worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.
The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others.
The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing!
The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?
——"Niannujiao·Spring Love" Li Qingzhao