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Li Qingzhao's ci poets are thinner than Huang Hua.
Li Qingzhao's poets are thinner than Huanghua as follows:

The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is 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. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

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Song liqing Zhao

The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is 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. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

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The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull and annoying, and the borneol shines in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body.

I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. How can you not be sad here and now? When the wind blows, the curtains roll in, and the people in the curtains are thinner than the yellow flowers because of excessive yearning.

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"Drunk Flowers, Misty Clouds Worry Forever" is the work of Li Qingzhao, a poetess in the Song Dynasty. This word was written by the author after marriage and sung in the last film, so don't worry about it. In the following film, I wrote the scene of enjoying chrysanthemums and drinking at dusk on the Double Ninth Festival, which set off a desolate and lonely atmosphere and expressed the loneliness of the author's missing her husband.