Zhao Mingcheng is cool and good at epigraphy. While studying classics and history, he often deliberately looks for Yi porcelain, calligraphy and painting. After a year of dazzling marriage, Li Qingzhao also developed a strong interest in epigraphy and helped her husband to conduct textual research and identification. The affection between husband and wife is getting deeper and deeper. Zhao Mingcheng is in college and can only take time off every month. Although she is in a Bianjing city, Li Qingzhao still feels that meeting once every two months is an annual Qixi Festival.
It was Shangyuan Festival, which happened to be the day when Zhao Mingcheng went home. Just as Zhao Mingcheng was seated in the study, the servant girl came to report that there was a little boy in the university asking for an audience. When my son walked into the study, he saw that he was wearing an embroidered Confucian towel, a lake cotton robe and foundation satin boots, with fine eyes and graceful demeanor. Zhao Mingcheng hurriedly sat up and questioned his name. The scholar looked natural and unrestrained, bowed and replied, "My brother and I have always been classmates. It's been half a month. Why is my brother so forgetful? " Zhao Mingcheng came back, smiling, and grabbed his wife disguised as a man. After lunch, Li Qingzhao, a menswear woman, took the maid and followed Zhao Mingcheng through the streets to Suoguo Temple in the city center. After swimming through Dasuoguo Temple, he stung into a snack bar outside the kitchen. Zhao Mingcheng picked some snacks that people in the street often eat but Li Qingzhao had never seen before, let Li Qingzhao taste a little, and then bought some playthings like small clay figurines to put on the burden of wandering artists. Li Qingzhao, who was born well, took to the streets for the first time. Naturally, she is particularly novel and happy.
The years passed so carefree.
Unexpectedly, both Li and Li were dismissed from office for offending Cai Jing, a powerful minister, and died in a tortuous political struggle. Zhao's father was defeated and his heart ached. Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao left Bianjing and returned to Qingzhou, Zhao Mingcheng's hometown. Zhao Mingcheng was indifferent. After settling down in the village, he devoted himself to studying stone calligraphy and painting. In addition to food and clothing, almost all the original savings at home were used to search for ancient paintings and calligraphy. A few years ago, when Zhao Mingcheng became an official, he said to Li Qingzhao, "I would rather have a simple meal and wear a dress, but I would rather be a poor man and do everything in the world." Li Qingzhao deeply understands her husband's interests and compares his hobbies to Du Yu's addiction to Zuo Zhuan and Wang Wei's addiction to calligraphy and painting. Li Qingzhao tried every means to reduce food and clothing expenses, and used embroidered skirts instead of pearls and jade. Whenever she gets a rare ancient book, famous painting or Yi Ding epigraphy, the couple will jointly sort out, appreciate and sign the complete works, criticizing her leisure defects.
Sometimes couples talk about poetry. One day, Zhao Mingcheng said, "I like your sentences such as' I opened a beach of gulls for my honeymoon',' I was in a good mood at first' and' I'm afraid pear blossoms are hard to stop'." It didn't seem intentional, but I tried to think about it, but I never thought of it and couldn't figure it out. If you chisel deliberately, it will be self-defeating. "Li Qingzhao said:" When I was a child, I often heard my father say,' You can't write honestly, and you can't work. Besides, Jin people can write a lot, from Mclynn Killman Liu's "Ode to Wine" to Tao Yuanming's "Farewell Speech", whose words are like liver and lung, so they are sincere above Jin people. "As the ancients said, what you say will be done. Yuefu poetry is a parallel prose, which pays attention to the random distribution of words and the blending of scenes. Singing or singing can make people emotional. If you deliberately carve it, it tastes like chewing wax. "
Then I talked about the poets of that dynasty, such as Liu Yong, Su Shi and Wang Anshi. Li Qingzhao thinks that the shortcomings of Liu Yong's ci are: writing prodigal sons and writing more ci. Su Shi's ci is: only poetry, not words, not reading, not singing. The poems of Wang Anshi and Ceng Gong are more difficult to read.
Time flies. On a bleak autumn day and rich Gui Xiang, Zhao Mingcheng received a letter from his friend Liu, inviting him to visit Mount Tai. Li Qingzhao couldn't go to Mount Tai with him, so he helped Zhang Feng pack, prepare food and prepare a farewell party for her husband. During the dinner, Li Qingzhao wrote a farewell letter for Zhao Mingcheng on a brocade handkerchief.
"Red lotus root fragrant residual jade long autumn. Solve Luo Shang lightly and monopolize the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. "
When Zhao Mingcheng read this word, he lost half of his thoughts of climbing Mount Tai and visiting historical sites. Although people are getting farther and farther away from home, their hearts are getting closer. Before they arrived at Mount Tai, their hearts were already counting their return date.
Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao have been married for twenty-six years. In the past twenty-six years, the political situation has been in rapid change and turmoil. Song Huizong is an emperor with artistic talent. Besides believing in Taoism, he is also good at reading, painting, music and dancing, and likes wine and beautiful women. Spiritual luxury must be backed by material luxury, so Cai Jing specially sent people to collect famous flowers, strange stones and beautiful trees and transport them to Kyoto for his viewing. The boat carrying these flower stone trees is called "flower stone class". Where "Huashigang" passed, civilian workers gathered and Qian Gu was empty. Hui Zong also built the Tang Ming for sacrifice in the capital, Jiucheng Palace for Jiuding and Yanfu Palace for sightseeing. It was extremely luxurious and aroused the local uprising. Jin Jun went south, the Northern Song Dynasty perished, and the Song Dynasty crossed south. Zhao became the first emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, and his title was "Advice".
It has been three years since Jian Yan died. Zhao Mingcheng was removed from Jiangning magistrate by the court. The couple decided to stay in Hongzhou by boat and talked about the rise and fall of the country along the way. Li Qingzhao said, "The emperors of China have had many heroes since ancient times. Let's put it this way, how many loyal ministers have been born in our DaSong over the past few years! Li Gang and Li Shuxiang are both civil servants and military affairs, and they were ordered to be in danger; Zong was left alone, dying and shouting to cross the river; Take the young imperial college Chen Dong as an example. He went to the national disaster as a scholar, wrote several letters, and was finally beheaded by the court. Dan Xin is bloody and heroic. " Zhao Mingcheng continued: "The ancient Shu emperors looked forward to his abdication, homesick day and night, and turned into crying training. Now, when the dust settles, China is teetering. Who will miss our stormy old country? "
The fleet has entered the territory of Hezhou, and Li Qingzhao pointed to a stream flowing westward from the north bank and said to Zhao Mingcheng, "That is the Wujiang River where the overlord committed suicide! What you just said was very good. I hope the emperor misses his old country and turns it into a discipline, weeping and wailing, and even the cuckoos all over the mountains have become his blood! The overlord of Chu was defeated by the deer, and he had no face to see his elders in Jiangdong. He would rather die to thank the world. This is much more moral than those who abandon the world and drag out an ignoble existence! " Say and can't help banging on the mast of the ship, loudly sing a way:
Life is a hero, death is a ghost;
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong!
In the same year, Zhao Mingcheng, who worked in Jiankang, died in the newly appointed Taishoufu. Li Qingzhao rushed to Jiankang and was buried in Zhao Mingcheng camp. Finally, she couldn't support it and suddenly fell ill. Zhao Mingcheng died, and so did Li Qingzhao's love and hope. How much she longed to catch up with Zhao Mingcheng in the grave, but she still wanted to live. She cast her sad and vacant eyes on the books at the bedside, and an idea rose more and more vividly in my mind, sorting out the articles he wrote about studying stones and stone tools for Zhao Mingcheng, because these stones and stone tools are the source of the couple's common happiness for 29 years.
Five years later, Li Qingzhao traveled all over the world, including Yuezhou, Taizhou, Wenzhou, Quzhou and finally Hangzhou, with the couple's only remaining calligraphy and painting, epigraphy, rubbings and some manuscripts of Zhao Mingcheng.
It's been two years, and the last day is Shangyuan Festival. There was a flute in the yard next door, mixed with the songs of lotus flowers and fishermen in Jiangnan water town. Li Qingzhao opened the curtain and walked into the room. I saw a few plum blossoms in an ancient bottle on the table, and the brazier on the ground was full of charcoal fire. These remind Li Qingzhao of the wedding night more than 30 years ago, which is also a fiery charcoal fire and fragrant plum blossoms. The flute next door stopped, and several girls were talking and laughing. Li Qingzhao came to the window and looked over there. I saw three or four 16-and 17-year-old girls, wearing beaded ornaments and small crowns, standing in the yard of Canxue in red makeup, ready to look at the lantern. More than 30 years ago, in the heyday of Zhongzhou, on the street of Bianjing, at their age, she also changed into a man's suit and went to watch the lights with her husband. Li Qingzhao was shocked. Li Qingzhao turned around, silently removed Zhao Mingcheng's manuscript from the bookshelf, put it on the case, fondled the manuscript copied by Zhao Mingcheng himself, closed her eyes and shed two lines of clear tears. In the distance of the city, firecrackers and children's laughter came faintly. The night is already deep. Li Qingzhao took out a blank sheet of paper, recited it repeatedly and wrote: "Yuanxiao".
"The setting sun melts gold, clouds see the wall, where are people? Dyeing willow smoke and playing the plum flute, how much do you know about spring? There is no wind and rain on the Lantern Festival, and the weather is warm, the second time? Come and greet BMW and thank his drinking buddies and poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now it's green, windy and foggy, and I dare not go out at night. It is better to bow your head and take a curtain call and listen to people laugh. "
Autumn wind is rustling, autumn rain is continuous, and it is August. After several years' efforts, Li Qingzhao corrected and copied Zhao Mingcheng's epigraphy manuscripts one by one, and made some supplements. The full text was publicly transcribed in Jingxuan, and it was all completed. This afternoon, Li Qingzhao wrote on the cover of plain silk:
Jin Shi Lu (30 volumes) was compiled by the Secret Pavilion in the Song Dynasty, and the author wanted to know Zhao Mingcheng in Huzhou.
After writing, ask the maid to bring wine and vegetables. Four Treasures of the Study will prepare them and put them in the chrysanthemum bed in the yard. Li Qingzhao put on her coat, pressed plain paper with paperweight, picked up the glass, let bygones be bygones, and suddenly rose to her heart. She picked up three glasses of wine, spilled it on the ground and said, "Ming Cheng, our husband and wife have been dealing in stone calligraphy and painting for decades. Once destroyed by war, it was destroyed by bandits. There is not much left now. I will spend a day with these paintings and calligraphy in the future, don't worry! Perhaps, those destroyed paintings and calligraphy, you know it in the dark, cherish it and refuse to let it stay on earth! In that case, I will feel at ease ... "Then she went back to the house and wrote" Postscript of Jinshi Record ",and finally wrote
Way:
"alas! I have been Ruki for two years, and I was only two years old when I went to Qu Boyu to tell right from wrong. In thirty-four years, I have been suffering from loss.
How much! However, it is natural to do something and get together. People die, people get, people are stupid! "
After writing this postscript, it was dusk, and she leaned against the window alone, just to see a flock of returning geese sweeping across the sky: a lonely goose, far behind. After a while, it began to rain again, and infinite loneliness, sadness, pain and depression welled up from my heart. She hurried to the front of the box and wrote:
"Searching, empty, miserable. It is the most difficult time to rest when it is warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
How to fight him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be alone? The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence! "
When Li Qingzhao died is unknown. Her masterpiece is Shu Yu Ci, which basically belongs to the graceful school. Because her life experience is more arduous and tortuous than Yan and Qin Guan, and because of her artistic specialization and various talents in literature and art, her ci has surpassed and her later ci is also bold and unconstrained. Her poems Miss Xiang Yu and Wang Dao in the south and Liu Hun in the north. Her poems reflect her feelings of worrying about the country and the people.
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