Chapter 1: Entering Li Qingzhao
No one has ever seen a photo of you. There is no photo of you from that era, but I know that you must be slim and muscular. You have an elegant temperament. You must be sentimental. Otherwise, how could there be so many sad tones that turn the word "sorrow" into a sad heart? How could there be such sadness and sadness as "the eyebrows are lowered but the heart is full"? You must be open-minded, free and easy, graceful and generous. , "It's better to get drunk in front of me, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence." Even though she was a woman, she still drank heavily when facing Sheng Ju until she was drunk.
Eighteen-year-old Li Qingzhao married Zhao Mingcheng, an imperial scholar. Li Qingzhao, who loves literature, is naturally at home with a husband who is obsessed with collecting and appreciating literary works of art. The two fall in love and live a happy life. She enjoyed the sweetness of love and the joy of play very early, so she wrote a poem: "Always remember the sunset in the stream pavilion. It is better to return home than to be intoxicated. Return to the boat late after all the fun. Wandering into the depths of lotus flowers, fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, A group of gulls and herons were startled. "The spark ignited... But the joy could not last long, because her husband often traveled abroad to study and work as an official, which brought great depression and sorrow to the passionate Li Qingzhao, who was in love. , as an intelligent, enlightened and talented woman, it was natural that she could not help but express her thoughts and feelings in her writing. Not long after her marriage, she wrote "A Cut of Plum Blossoms": The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mat in autumn, she undresses her clothes lightly and gets on an orchid boat alone. Someone in the clouds sent a brocade book, the wild geese flew by, and the full moon filled the west tower. Flowers fall and flow. One place is longing for lovesickness, two places are idle and sad. In a few simple sentences, her pain and sorrow of lovesickness are vividly expressed, and lovesickness is not one aspect, but two-sided. It is the corresponding beauty of her and her husband's hearts. People have been separated in two places, and the heart has been enveloped in deep sorrow. Of course, it is difficult to get rid of this feeling, but it is "only on the brow, but on the heart." The most unbearable thing in the world is loneliness. In Li Qingzhao's later years, the Jin army invaded, the Northern Song Dynasty fell, and her husband also died of illness while in office. A song called "Slow Voice" expressed her loneliness, sadness and sorrow by describing what Can Qiu saw, heard and felt. My mood... In the desolate years when the country was ruined and the husband was dead, I expressed my feelings about wine and used it to relieve my sorrow. Her words are sad and poignant: "Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can they defeat him when he comes late at night, the wind is strong, and the geese are passing by. He is sad, but he is an old acquaintance." Yes! The broken mountains and rivers, the peril of the nation, the loss of loved ones, the scars engraved deep in her soul, "how can the word "sorrow" be enough...
Li Qingzhao's life is famous for the word "sorrow". It is this loneliness and melancholy that makes you hold up a lonely lamp, illuminate a lonely journey, dance a perfect solo with that peerless loneliness, and write "life" with those bold verses. "As a hero, he will die as a hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River" to express the tragic patriotic sentiments of a man, like a swaying flower, guarding the prosperous empty city in Chinese history...
Chapter 2: Getting to know Li Qingzhao
A fallen leaf, a cry of wild geese, a field of autumn rain, a green lantern, Li Qingzhao can turn any stone into gold, giving it a rich appeal.
I like her, her innocence in "fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons", and her sadness in "fearing that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows", I like her infatuation that "there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so she only frowns, but it is in her heart". I also like her heroic spirit of scolding the powerful and stating her ambition in poetry, "to be a hero in life, and to be a hero in death". I got to know Li Qingzhao from the poem "Slow Voice", which is a kind of desolate beauty. Especially the line "Searching and searching, deserted and lonely, miserable and miserable" shines in the history of literature, unprecedented and unparalleled. Dare to reach. Therefore, she was regarded as the embodiment of sorrow. When we go through history, we find that in the history of ancient Chinese literature for more than 3,000 years, she is the only woman who is unique and reaches the pinnacle. How can the interpretation of her be "sorrowful"?
One to six sentences in "Like a Dream" are like a picture, with twists and turns and implicit content, especially the sentence at the end "It should be green, fat, red and thin", which is probably what she had in mind. The scenes and feelings that emerge, the four words "green, fat, red and thin", are infinitely desolate, yet wonderfully subtle. Li Qingzhao, a woman who can sing and cry. How many times of anticipation resulted in her husband's farewell, how many times of waiting resulted in an old acquaintance, her husband's death brought her heartache, and when she faced his relics again , but more are just silent tears, so from then on, from that moment on, you used your heart full of tears to compose one poem after another that makes people cry, and used the yellow flowers all over the ground to express your gratitude. Your thoughts, you are alone guarding the window, looking at the sky, the picture of you and him flashes in your mind, tears fill your eyes again, just like this, a series of sad past events surface again, and your heart aches , but who will listen to your complaint, and who will understand your unwillingness. When hope turns into disappointment, when the tears of disappointment turn into a wall, who knows who is paying for whom, the inside and outside of the wall are full of sadness.
Walking into Li Qingzhao, the morning breeze and rain are scattered, and there are also sycamores. When it is cold but warm, you fight to cross my west building where I look forward to the brocade book. From then on, the courtyard is deep and I feel no mood when walking in the snow. But I smelled all the green plums. Li Qingzhao is like a piece of agarwood in the history of Chinese literature, making me gaze at him all day long, adding a fragrance of respect to the depths of my gaze.
Chapter 3: Entering Li Qingzhao
Your life is lonely because of your talent; your life is displaced because of the war; your life is sad and sad because of your sadness.
Www.besoo.comThe distance between you and me is so ethereal, but yet so close. Your beautiful heart moved me and made me intoxicated.
In ancient times, people generally believed that "a woman's lack of talent is a virtue." However, talented women in history were not outstanding, such as Zhuo Wenjun of the Western Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Xie Daoyun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, etc., but your talent is not outstanding. Better than them. Traveling through time and space, please let me get close to you and pick up the pieces of paper and words you left behind for hundreds of years. Every sentence is beautiful and every word is moving. Savoring your words, I entered your heart. When I tasted "Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by themselves, a kind of lovesickness, two places of leisurely sorrow", I seemed to see your sad eyes; when I tasted "Looking and searching, deserted and lonely, miserable and miserable", I felt like I could see your sad eyes. It makes me feel your loneliness, isolation and melancholy. These beautiful words are the embodiment of your beauty, but what I like most is your "three thins". You like to use the word "thin" in your poems. The word "thin" has an indescribable charm. It can be said that the flower is thin and the other is thin, and the flower is pitiful for itself. No matter how hard-hearted you are, you will be moved by it. These "three thins". First, "Being thin when you are new is not a matter of a thousand glasses of wine, nor a sad autumn." I feel your coldness and helplessness; second, "Do you know, you should be thin like a green flower?" I feel your youthfulness and feelings of cherishing spring; "There is no way that you are not in ecstasy, the west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." I feel your infinite lovesickness, and it is even more sad. The word "thin" in the three sentences is a pungent stroke, which reminds people of your talent, appearance, and interest with willow as your posture, jade as your bones, and snow as your skin. You had a rough life, but you wrote an immortal poem with graceful words. You are not inferior to men, and you have been recognized by the world for your outstanding academic talents; Li Houzhu among men, and Li Yian among women.
It can be seen that your talent is on par with Li Yu. Your life experience and destiny make me sympathize with you, and your strength in the face of adversity makes me sincerely admire you. I firmly believe that in the new era, there will be more women like you who will be famous for generations to come.
Chapter 4: Walking into Li Qingzhao
I have long wanted to get close to you, and that morning light is just the time to read you.
Let go of the beautiful water and green mountains outside the window, just to be with you. I saw your begonia flowers, huddled thinly in the rain, with your melancholy, questions and pity hanging on the plump leaves. You meet the gull and heron in the depths of the lotus flower. It is your beautiful mistake that lights up the gull and heron's wings. The sound of your anxious oars reveals the joy of youth.
My eyes are confused and confused in the iron hooves of the Jin soldiers heading south. Your small boat is light and cannot carry the rich melancholy. The melancholy tears fall into pieces on the yellowed poem pages and spread all over the river. . There is no way to lose one's soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, people are thinner than yellow flowers, and your haggardness is like yellow flowers. Looking at the pale crescent moon, this loneliness blends into the light wine, searching and searching, deserted and miserable, the phoenix trees are even drizzle, and the pillow is cold, how can I stop breathing. Home can no longer be returned; heart has nowhere to return to. Your whole life has been surrounded by this overwhelming sadness, the sadness of your girlfriend, your family, your love, your country, every bit of it, this time, how can the word "sorrow" be so special!
Faced with things and people, facing the broken fragrance and residual wine, facing the green manure and red stalks, there are no comrades, no acquaintances, only a cup of muddy wine to wash away the sorrow, and in that clear sorrow is yours. You are rich in knowledge, but your words are famous in Beijing, but you have no love, and no knowledge to pass on. In that era, you were undoubtedly a strange flower on the branch. The harsh autumn wind is destroying you, but you are unwilling to fall to the ground. You still stubbornly stand upright on the branches, blooming to your heart's content, overflowing with your unique fragrance, and never withered and withered. Your talent and stubbornness have created your loneliness, and your peerless loneliness has created your ice-cold beauty.
"The saddest thing when a wild goose passes by is an old acquaintance." Since you are sad, then shout it out loud, and let the sadness turn into a cry, floating in the memory of Zhao Mingcheng, Wandering in the lingering thoughts of hatred towards the country and the family.
Li Qingzhao, you stand on the top of the mountain, sucking in the sharp energy of heaven and earth, and sucking in the essence of the sun and the moon. You will never be alone. You attract me deeply with the light all around you. Traveling through time and space, I saw you holding up a lamp, illuminating a lonely journey, and performing a perfect solo dance with that peerless loneliness.
Thousands of years have passed, and your thousand-year-old eyes have faded across the war and iron walls of the Jin Kingdom, across the "things and people are different, everything is over, and tears will flow first when you want to speak", across thousands of years of wind and rain, have faded away. The prosperity of Liuli, the twists and turns in life, and the bitterness in the belly are solemnly deposited in an endless river.
In that morning light, I approached you...
Chapter 5: Entering Li Qingzhao
The ancients are not far away, my favorite historical figure—— Li Qingzhao.
Holding a cup of tea in my hand, I stood in front of the window, watching the sunset and the red flaming clouds. My thoughts shot into the distance, passing through today's prosperous cities, and stayed in the Song Dynasty when Li Qingzhao's Song poetry was civilized.
I was strolling on the streets of the Song Dynasty, and suddenly a clear and bright voice came over: "The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sends brocade?" The book comes? When the geese return, the moon is full in the west tower... The flowers are falling and the water is flowing. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, but it is in my heart. I felt a burst of joy in my heart, and suddenly remembered that this is my favorite, a slightly sad "One Cut Plum". As I approached the study hall, I heard the childish and innocent voices of the children: “The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow.
Rui Nao sells gold beast... There is no way to lose his soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "The children's voices reminded me of the way you were writing poems at that time: two glasses of wine were placed in front of the old table, and the wine was slightly bitter. At this time, not only did you feel deeply for the people, Sympathy, but also worried about the safety of the country. Drunk and broken, you wrote "Drunk Flower Yin" when you approached a bureaucrat's door and saw a daughter walking delicately. I couldn't help but think of you. Verse: "Leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums. "Two sentences and three verbs vividly describe the reserve and innocence of the eunuch girl.
My thoughts returned from the distant poem to the present. Not only because your poem has become my favorite Historical figure, I am also impressed by your persistence and hope in life. At that time, you became a wonderful flower in that era with your talents. However, you did not let the cold autumn wind blow down your branches, and you still stood proudly. Bloom to your heart's content. But happiness gradually closes as the sun sets. The pain of lovesickness and the sorrow of escape have become the themes of your life. With a heroism that no man can have, you stand at the pinnacle of life. Behind the faint sadness is how strong you are. You never give up the pen in your hand. Even if you only have one breath, you still use sharp words to call on people to resist Jin's brutal aggression and protect the country of the Song Dynasty. Your poems also inspired you. How many soldiers have regrouped and fought to the death against the invaders. They can no longer return to their homes, and their hearts have nowhere to go. You can only turn these sufferings and sorrows into a cup of light wine, and settle them in your belly alone. Your indifference to fame and fortune has made you my favorite role model in my life.
Li Qingzhao, I wish I could become a legendary woman like you, a patriotic, family-loving and talented woman. The lamp illuminated my lonely and sensitive heart, encouraging me to work hard and be proactive. In the blink of an eye, the tea in my hand became cold, and the night gradually fell. I stretched out, sat on the stool, and read you. Meaningful verses...
Chapter 6: Entering Li Qingzhao
There are always some things in life that are irreversible... - Inscription
Contention Crossing, fighting for crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons
Born in a famous family, the fragrance of the pages of the book is imprinted on your mind prematurely, and the juice of culture makes you not only beautiful on the outside, but also beautiful on the inside. You are as beautiful as a bamboo. Yes, in that era, women's writing was a drop in the ocean, but you have achieved historical glory. It is your superiority that gives you the motivation to move forward. , However, it is undeniable that without quick thinking and delicate feelings, how could you write such a beautiful and lively text? As a girl, you were loved by millions, how could you not show your vitality. What about your posture! Even your hearty laughter seems to be present in that beautiful picture of crossing the river.
The wind blows behind the curtain, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower. p>
Having just experienced sex with Mingcheng, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and looking at the clouds rolling in the sky, all that is left for you is endless waiting. Mingcheng embarks on a journey full of thorns. The official career has gone far away, leaving you alone in the empty room, crouching on the desk all day long, waiting for the autumn wind to rise again, waiting for the geese to fly south, waiting for the bright moon to hang over the building again, but waiting. I can't wait, I can't wait for Mingcheng's letter, I can't wait for that romantic legend...
A few more years have passed in the storm, personnel have changed, and Mingcheng is gone forever. The ground belongs to the road under his feet, that slope of loess. And you also married Zhang Ruzhou. What I have to bear is not only the aggrieved reputation, but also endless suffering. He is not as meticulous as Mingcheng, and he doesn't know how to be compassionate. In front of the Chinese tent, under the red candle, I punched and kicked you. Unintentionally, I saw myself in the mirror. Could it be that those few petals of Begonia flowers were destroyed by the wind and rain? No, it's the fragile beauty. The wind blows the petals, just like bursts of broken beauty; the ancient music of the ancient times interprets the gap of the soul. Hide in the depths of dreams and listen to the flowers singing all the prosperity, singing all the nightmares, and singing all the origins of memories.
The years have passed by, and the dream has passed; the people are still there, but they are thinner than the yellow flowers...
I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows.
In just a few years, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. Following Gao Zong and Zhao Gou's several escapes, it was the pressure that a weak woman could bear. I think your heart may have died a long time ago, leaving only an empty shell. You are unable to recall the ups and downs of the journey, the sweetness and sorrow of the past, and even less the struggle...
A superstar has fallen. However, the end of your life will never be just a wisp of smoke.
The memories you left behind are too many, too beautiful, too desolate...
How I want to get closer to you, pick up the begonia flowers, and dress up your face...
Let’s go Near Li Qingzhao...