Li Qingzhao quotes

Who sits alone by the bright window? My shadow and I, only we two. But the lamp burns out, there is darkness. Even my shadow forsakes me. Alas, alas! I am forlorn! (Li Qingzhao)
The West Wind blows the curtains And I am frailer than the yellow chrysanthemums. View quote
Li Qingzhao
Seeing a guest come, she feels shy; Her stockings coming down, away she tries to fly. Her hairpin drops; She never stops But to look back. She leans against the door, Pretending to sniff at mume blossoms once more. View quote
Li Qingzhao