Poetry: the fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the gods are refreshed and the golden beast disappears. ("Drunken Flowers" Li Qingzhao);
Yongshou soldiers came at night, and Jinlian did not copy the atrium. ("Qi Gong Ci" Li Shangyin);
Sleeping in the shadow of laurel trees all night. (Song of Fairy Cave, Mid-Autumn Festival in Sizhou is Chao.)
Drunk Hua Yin (Li 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. Don't die? West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Qi Gong Ci (Li Shangyin)
Yongshou soldiers came at night, and Jinlian did not copy the atrium.
Brother Liang is on the night shift, and the wandering wind is nine bells.
Dongxiange Sizhou Mid-Autumn Festival (towards Bu Zhi)
Smoke everywhere, blue sea flying golden mirror. Sleeping in the shadow of laurel trees all night. When the dew is cold, it is messy and cold. God is far from Beijing and Lanqiao Road is near.
The crystal curtain does not fall, the mica screen opens, and the beauty powder is cold dipped. Everyone will pay a lot of money, and they will spend all their time together. I also took Hu Chuang to the south building, and saw that jade was made in the world, and I was swinging.