Li Qingzhao Poems

Wind ceased, the dust is scented with fallen flowers.
Though day is getting late, I am too weary
to attend my hair.
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I always remember the sunset
over the pavalion by the river.
So tipsy, we could not find our way home.
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In the sky, the River of Stars is moving.
In the world of mortals,my curtains are hanging down.
It is getting chilly on my tear-soaked pillow and mat.
I get up to losen my silk robe, wondering how advanced is the night.
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Year by year, in the snow,
I have often gathered plum flowers,
intoxicated with their beauty.
foundling them impudently
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Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.
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Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold for its blossoms,
And the trimmed jade for its layers of leaves,
This flower has the air of Scholar Yen Fu.
How brilliant!
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It was far into the night when, intoxicated,
I took off my ornaments;
The plum flower withered in my hair.
Recovered from tipsiness, the lingering smell of wine.
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I ascent high on the sotried pavilion,
Below,mountains scatter in disorder;
The unclutivated plain extends
far in the light mist.
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Light mists and heavy clouds,
melancholy the long dreay day,
In the golden cencer
the burning incense is dying away.
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The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high.
Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red
and snow-white.
This reminds me that after the blooming of the cherry-apple tree.
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