The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring.

Who are you haggard and spoiled for?

Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.

Who knows when the fragrance will blow out?

Don't fatten apricot flowers on warm days and nights.

Poet Jun: The title of this poem is to use plum blossom as a metaphor for the poet himself, which shows this lady's lonely thoughts and fleeting narration of her youth in an extremely lofty and profound way.

In ci, the poet described plum blossom as "thin and light". Think about the twigs of plum blossoms and blooming flowers. They are really "thin" and unique.

Song Qingzhao's "A Little Red Lip"

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands.

Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Seeing the guests come in, socks and gold hairpin all slipped away and left in shame.

Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

Poet Jun: This word describes the innocence of a girl who hurriedly avoids when she sees a guest coming in. At this time, the girl is swinging on the swing, and the thin flowers are hung with crystal dew. What a beautiful picture. The poet uses "thinness" to describe the cuttlefish, which is original and childlike!

Song Luyou's Hairpin Phoenix Red Crispy Hands

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.

The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.

Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.

Poet Jun: This is a sad love song of Lu You and Tang Wan. When Lu You and Tang Wan were separated, it was an endless yearning for Lu You to write that he was "empty and thin". It is endless trauma that makes him thin day by day, and Liu Yong's words are just right.

Zuihua Song Yin Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.

The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Shi Jun: This poem is Li Qingzhao's masterpiece. The last sentence, "Mo Tao is not charming, the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers", became an epigram. It is said that Zhao Mingcheng wrote dozens of poems, but he still can't compare with these three sentences. To what extent do you miss someone? Li Qingzhao used this word to tell you the answer, which will make you thinner than Huanghua.