Li Qingzhao's Yi 'an Jushi Collection and Yi 'an Ci Collection have been lost. Today, there are only four copies of Shuyu Ci, 1 book. There are Li Qingzhao's collating, People's Literature Publishing House, Huang Youli Qingzhao's collected works, and Qilu Bookstore Edition.
Li Qingzhao (1084.2.5. ~1155.4.10.), an outstanding female writer in the southern song dynasty, was born in Jinan, Shandong province, and was a graceful poet. Yuanfeng was born in Zhangqiu, Shandong Province in the Northern Song Dynasty, and died in Lin 'an at the age of 72. In history, it is also called "Jinan Er 'an" with Xin Qiji, a native of Licheng, Jinan. His father, Li, was born in Licheng, Northern Song Dynasty, a famous scholar and essayist in Qilu. Mother Wang knows books and writes well. Zhao Mingcheng, son of official assistant minister Tingzhi Zhao, is a textual research scholar. Li Qingzhao lived comfortably in her early years and was proficient in writing and music. After their marriage, they worked with Zhao Mingcheng to sort out the inscriptions on calligraphy and painting, and compiled the records of the inscriptions. After the fall of the Central Plains, she went south with her husband and lived a wandering and miserable life. Ming Cheng died of illness and was in a lonely situation. Young people have long been famous for learning from their families. Li Qingzhao is famous for her ci, ci and theory, and enjoys a high reputation in the history of China literature. There are Li Qingzhao in literature and Qin Liangyu in martial arts. "I lived a stable and prosperous life in my early years, and I wrote more words about acacia; After the invasion, great changes have taken place in Jin Bing's country, and his ci is full of feelings about his life experience. Her sense of poetry and prose is different from that of words. She is also good at painting and calligraphy, and she is fluent in music. The existing poems and songs are all compiled by later generations, including Shuyu Ci. "Words, to be unique. "China is the only woman whose name is used as a crater in outer space.
"One hundred generations of rivers, surging waves, scouring the heroes of the ages; The garden is a thousand years old, and the flower of a woman is in full bloom. " It describes Li Qingzhao.
Li Houzhu and Li Yian are very popular. The former is too white, so it is called Li San. (Shen Qupity)
In the Qing dynasty, women were taken as photos, and the words were reversed. Although there are not many articles, they must be treasured, and they are a large number of poets. ("Siku Summary")
Yi Lee's ci is unique and impressive. They originated from Huaihai and Sheng Da, and the casting language is more creative, which amazed women. ("Bai Yu Zhai Hua Ci")
Yi 'an's beautiful sentences, such as "Plum Branches and Plums", begin with seven words: "The lotus root is fragrant, and the jade falls in autumn", which is so exquisite that it really doesn't eat human fireworks. (same book)
biography
Li Qingzhao was born in a scholar-bureaucrat family who loved literature and art. After she married her former student Zhao Mingcheng, she studied epigraphy and calligraphy together and lived a happy and beautiful life. 1 127, after the change of Jingkang, she and Zhao Mingcheng lost most of their treasures to escape the rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River. Later, Zhao Mingcheng died of illness, and she wandered alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou and Jinhua, and spent her old age in misery and loneliness. Her Slow Voice was written at this time, so we can see her sadness from the first few pairs of compound words in the poem. She is an accomplished writer in poetry, ci, prose and fu, but ci is the best and most famous one. In her early years, she wrote On Ci, which advocated "the unique style of Ci". It pays attention to the characteristics of rhythm, narration and emotion, and criticizes the shortcomings of poets from Su Shi to Qin Guan and Huang Tingjian.
The most talented woman, born in a famous family, never forgets anything when she was young, speaks amazingly and reads widely. Qilu's magnificent mountains and rivers contain the creative spirituality of Qingzhao, and she became famous in her girlhood.
After marriage, Qingzhao and her husband fell in love and were inseparable. "Husband is like a good friend." However, the good times did not last long, and the struggle between the old and new parties in North Korea intensified. A pair of mandarin ducks are separated alive, and Zhao Li faces each other across the river, suffering from lovesickness.
Later, the Jin people moved south, and the Southern Song Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was full of blood, but he died before he could conquer it. What a pity. Seeing the destruction and death of the country, Zhao Qing "persevered in hardships". In her "searching" old age, she tried her best to compile "The Story of the Stone" and completed her husband's unfinished business.
Therefore, it can be said that Li Qingzhao's works can not be separated from the word "sorrow", from the initial emotional sorrow, to the family sorrow of family ruin, and then to the national sorrow of a leopard cannot change its spots. This complex melancholy made her step by step into the palace of literature. It can be described as eternal hate!
Zhao Qing's words are wonderful, unique, unprecedented and unprecedented. He is honored as the natural and graceful founder and a monument in the history of spiritual civilization in China.
Not only in literature, but also in history, her Records of the Stone is of great literary value.
Li Qingzhao's ci can be divided into two periods, one before Du Nan and the other after. Early ci mainly described the theme of hurting spring resentment and boudoir life, which showed the sentimental personality of female ci writers. Such as "Like a Dream" describes the feelings of cherishing spring and loving flowers:
The rain last night dispelled the wind, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine.
I don't know if the shutter people know that begonia should be green, fat, red and thin.
Another song: Like a Dream
I often remember that Xiting is drunk at sunset, and I don't know the way home, but I can return to the boat late.
Mistaken into the depths of the lotus, struggling to cross the river, a beach of gulls and herons.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
The lyrics she wrote for Zhao Mingcheng's "Going Out" are even more affectionate and unique. For example, Drunken Flowers describes that the poetess feels lonely during the Double Ninth Festival, so she uses yellow flowers as a metaphor to say:
The mist and thick clouds will disappear forever, and the golden beast will be sold at the sacrifice of the moon, and the jade pillow and gauze kitchen will be cool at midnight.
Dongli holds the dark fragrance sleeves of wine. After dusk, the roller blinds are not charming. Westerners are thinner than yellow flowers.
It is novel in conception and elegant in taste, which is not comparable to the first-person narrator of ordinary male writers. Another example is "Dried Plum", which expresses the poet's longing for a letter from her husband:
Flowers drift from one place to another, water flows from one place, a kind of acacia, and two leisure places.
I can't get rid of this situation, but I frown and go to my heart.
Her later poems are full of emotional feelings of "things are wrong", thus expressing her deep attachment to her old country and the past. For example, the first part of Slow Sound shows the poet's hopeless sense of loss and the sad expression of being alone in the "cold and lonely, miserable and miserable" environment. The next film is to move the scene and feel sorry for yourself: "Who can watch the window now?" How can the black phoenix tree grow alone? It rained in Mao Mao until dusk. What is the first sad word this time? " The whole word is clear in language, fast in rhythm and sad in tone. Another famous poem, Yong Yu Le, started from the Lantern Festival and missed the past "the heyday of Zhongzhou". The next article wrote:
In the prosperous days of Zhongzhou, I remember focusing on three or five shops and green crowns.
Twisting Jin Xue willow for Chu, today gaunt wind and frost.
It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtains when you go out at night.
The whole poem reveals deep sorrow for the changes of the country, joy for the past and sorrow for the present. Later, Liu Chenweng, a poet at the end of the Song Dynasty, couldn't help crying for it.
Li Qingzhao's ci has a unique style and is called "Yi 'an Style" by later generations. The main characteristics of Li Ci are: First, she created her own female identity and special experience, created an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, and expanded the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful ci. Second, he is good at extracting vivid and fluent language from written language and daily spoken language; Good at using painting and description techniques to form a seamless realm.
Important word set
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Dianjiangchun
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks and gold hairpin slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Complain about one's feelings
At night, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.
People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.
within walking distance
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes!
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Qin Yi goose
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Pick mulberry seeds with words
Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!
Spread happy sand.
Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Spread happy sand.
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.
Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Zui Hua Yin
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. 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. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nangezi
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night?
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown!
The resentment of the prince and grandson
The lake is windy, autumn dusk, and red and fragrant. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.
Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.
Quail day
The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Quail day
Plain, light, soft, fragrant only when it is far away. Why light blue and deep red? This is a first-rate flower.
Ding Mei is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years?
Lou Yuchun Hongmei
Is Hongsu willing to break through Qiongbao and explore the end of the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
Konakayama
When spring came to Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they didn't bloom evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiangxian
The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.
I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang delicious
The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are all haggard and hurt for anyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. At first, it was freezing, and my eyes were full of plum blossoms. I felt the heart of spring. Who shares wine and poetry, tears melt residual powder and flowers are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
The dead Hua Lian often sends music to her sister.
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai.
Hua Lian Shang Zhao Si family
Xiao Xi at night, dream of Chang 'an, and recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant. Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is 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.
Yujiaao
The sky meets clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.
I report that the road is long and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry; 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.
Yujiaao
Knowing that spring is coming in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half open and charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup.
Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. Give the green ant a total reward. Don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.
Subtract Mulan
When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.
Partridge and Ginkgo biloba
Charm is not very graceful, you can be a slave first and then worship oranges. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.
Niannujiao Chun Qing
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.
Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?
Changshoule
Nanchang's birthday, a little cold, looking at the six leaves on the edge of the sun, the first step shows. I love the scenery and want to hang hibiscus, but I can't find the silver arrow.
On this occasion, the pearl on the palm of your hand is cut. For Rongshu, this is a good couple. Up to now, every day is a noble.
Glorious, step by step, forbidden, gold medals and green ribbons. Tang Di became attached to Yin, being a tiger and a bear, and dividing the river is more valuable.
Kuang Qingyun is nearby. He will enter Cheng Ming at dawn and dusk. Look at the colorful clothes, ashamed of jade. I wish you a long life.
Xiangzi
The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.
Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn.
The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.
How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
Fragrant Valentine's Day in China
The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad.
Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.
Lonely goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears.
Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou?
A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
Reflections on the plum blossom in the pavilion after a charming person
Jade is fragrant, sandalwood is scattered, and I hate visiting Mei this evening.
Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low.
Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken.
Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management.
There is a sweet smell around us.
The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook.
I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou.
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Qing dynasty was slow.
It is forbidden to keep a low profile, and the carved fence is cleverly protected, so it will monopolize the spring.
The guests were indifferent to China, and everyone was naive.
It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup.
Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dong Jun.
East of the city, south of the city, there is a sun pool hall and a fragrant wheel race.
Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast?
In a better Ming Palace, the recent branches are evenly distributed, the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk.
Yongyule
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring?
Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.
Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave a green crown, draw golden snow willows, and compete with them.
Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
Li Duo baiyongju
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low.
Hate raining, ruthless wind and rain, night rubbing the muscles.
Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad.
Han Ling steals incense, and Xu Niang gives fragrance, but Mojiang doesn't write novels. If you look closely, you will find that Qu's charm is just right.
When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia.
It's like sadness, it's like Han Fu Ci, it's like tears and it's like poetry.
There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and thin.
I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.
Partridge and Ginkgo biloba
Charm is not very graceful, you can be a slave first and then worship oranges. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.
well
I often remember the pavilion, by the stream of the pavilion, until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
well
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Niannujiao Chun Qing
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.
Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?
Summer quatrains (poems)
Live like a hero and die like a ghost.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
life experience
Li Qingzhao was born into an official family in the seventh year of Yuanfeng, Song Shenzong (1084). His father Li, a scholar and writer, is an official in North Korea. His position is not low, and he is also a student of Su Dongpo. Mother is also a noble family, good at literature. Such a background was very valuable to a woman at that time. Influenced by the official family and political activities, she has a broad vision and noble temperament. Influenced by literature and art, she can perceive life and experience beauty more deeply and subtly. Because there can't be photos handed down from generation to generation, we don't know her appearance now. But according to this background and referring to the charm revealed in her later poems, she should be a born beauty embryo. Almost since Li Qingzhao was sensible, she began to accept the aesthetic training of China traditional culture. Almost at the same time, she was writing, judging others and studying literary theory. She will not only enjoy beauty, but also control it, and suddenly leap to a high starting point, and she is still a girl waiting for words.
Please look at these three words:
[Huanxisha] Embroiders hibiscus and smiles, and the oblique flying duck is lined with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. (Baoya, hairstyle. )
[Huanxisha] The spring is chilly, the jade stove sinks the hookah, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Haiyan will mow grass in the future, Jiang Mei has covered catkin cotton, and the rain will be wet in the evening. (Shenshui, Xiangming; Fighting grass, a game. )
[Little crimson lips] Stop shaking and get up and adjust your delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers. (Well, socks, no shoes. )
An innocent girl, with sweet hair, beautiful face, seeds of love and budding spring, is hard to contain. She lay in the boudoir, or watched Shen Xiang curl up, or got up to write a love letter, and then went to the backyard to play with her partner for a while.
Darling's daughter, the official's family, lives comfortably and can get a certain degree of culture and education, which is not surprising in the Millennium feudal society. Surprisingly, Li Qingzhao didn't know the characters as usual, was proficient in needle embroidery, and then waited to get married. She has enjoyed all her father's books, and the juice of culture makes her beautiful not only externally, but also internally. She has mastered the rhythm of poetry as freely as fighting grass and swinging. And judging historical figures, there is a block in the chest and the atmosphere is like a rainbow.
The Anshi Rebellion during the period from Kaiyuan to Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty was a great event in the history of China, and later generations had many comments on it. Jie Yuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote the famous Ode to the Prosperous Tang Dynasty, and asked Yan Zhenqing, a great calligrapher, to engrave it on the wall, which was called "Two Wonders". Contemporary with Li Qingzhao, Zhang Wenqian, one of the "Four Bachelor of Sumen", was a famous poet. He once wrote a poem for this monument and sighed: "Heaven sent two sons to the future, and the mountain is ten feet high. Who came into my room with this tablet computer made me dizzy at first sight. " This poem went to the boudoir, entered the embroiderer's home, and reached Li Qingzhao's ear. She immediately agreed with a poem: "Fifty years of achievements are like electric sweeping, and Huaqing Liuliu is in Xianyang Grass. I don't know how old I am in the pile of wine and meat. Hu Bing suddenly fell from the sky, but he was also a treacherous man. Walking in front of the Qinzheng Building, Zhuyu stepped on the fragrant dust. Whatever battle is invincible, it is said that litchi will die. Yao Gong Shunde is like heaven, using righteousness. It's ugly to write inscriptions, and ghosts grind cliffs. "You don't think this poem was written by a woman in the boudoir. Describe the scene, evaluate the merits and demerits, lament the world, and don't let Li Bai and Xin Qiji, who are romantic and unrestrained. When Li Fuge Fei first saw this poem, he was very surprised. This poem spread to the outside world and caused a great sensation among scholars. Li Jiayou's daughter has just grown up. The young girl Li Qingzhao quietly enjoys the beautiful aura of being spoiled and talented.
When Li Qingzhao fell in love with all the happiness that a boudoir girl can get, her beautiful life just went up a storey still higher, leaving us a love classic. Her love is not like Romeo and Juliet in the west or butterfly lovers in the east. It's not the kind of sweetness that you can enjoy only after you die, but the starting point is very high. From the beginning, she fell into the honey pot, stood on the top of the mountain and lived in the Crystal Palace. Zhao Mingcheng, her husband, is a dashing teenager, and they are literary confidants and congenial. Zhao Mingcheng's father is also an official, and the two families are suitable. What is even more rare is that apart from the elegance of poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting of ordinary literati, they also have a more congenial professional combination point-epigraphy research. In the feudal era when free love was not allowed, they could only rely on the words of matchmakers and the wishes of their parents. It is a godsend that they can have such a one-in-a-million love ending. Just as Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix left us with the sadness of love, Li Qingzhao left us with the other end of love-the sweetness of love. This love story, moved by Li Qingzhao's wonderful pen, has become the spiritual enjoyment of China people for thousands of years.
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