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Li Qingzhao was born in a scholar-bureaucrat family who loved literature and art, and his father was Li, a Jinan native, a scholar and Su Shi. Li Qingzhao and her husband, Yuan Wailang of Zhao Mingcheng Department, have rich books and are good at writing and writing poems. There is a stone tablet carved on the south of the north wall of Dongzhai of Qufu Confucius Temple, which reads: "Give a certain punishment, learn from Li, worship Ning (1 102) on the 28th day of the first month, lead a brown, cross the river, meet, March far away and worship the forest." My mother is the granddaughter of the top scholar, and she is very cultured. Influenced by her family, especially her father Li, she was good at poetry and songs in her youth. At the age of eighteen, Li Qingzhao married Zhao Mingcheng. After the marriage, Qingzhao and her husband hit it off as if they were inseparable. "Couples are good at winning friends." After marriage, Li Qingzhao and her former student Zhao Mingcheng studied epigraphy and calligraphy together and lived a happy and beautiful life. Zhao Fu was a famous politician at that time. After marriage, she devoted herself to the further study of literature and art and the collection and research of epigraphy. She and Zhao Mingcheng encouraged each other to create ci, and their techniques became more and more mature. One year on the Double Ninth Festival, Li Qingzhao wrote the famous "Drunken Flowers" and gave it to her husband who was an official outside: "The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad, and the brain sells golden beasts. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. " The loneliness of the autumn boudoir and the melancholy of the boudoir are vividly on the paper. According to the record of the Cape Ring Record, Zhao Mingcheng was amazed and unwilling to give in after receiving it, so he closed the door and forgot to eat and sleep, and wrote fifty poems for three days and three nights. He incorporated this poem by Li Qingzhao into it and asked his friend Lu Defu to comment on it. Lu Defu played it over and over again and said, "Only three sentences are excellent." Zhao asked which three sentences it was, and Lu said, "It's not charming. The curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." 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. In A.D. 1 127, the northern Jin family invaded Bianjing, and Qin Zong was captured and fled south. Li Qingzhao and his wife also fled to Jiangnan with the refugees. Wandering in a different place, the loss of stone carvings and calligraphy collected for many years has brought her a deep blow and great pain. Later, the Jin people moved south, and the Southern Song Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was covered in blood, but before he could conquer him, he was dead. The following year, Zhao Mingcheng died in Jiankang (now Nanjing), which added unbearable grief to her. When Li Qingzhao was lonely, Zhang Ruzhou took the opportunity to defraud Li Qingzhao of her money and showed her kindness in every way. Li Qingzhao was very helpless at that time and married Zhang Ruzhou against the secular trend. After marriage, both of them found themselves cheated. Zhang Ruzhou found that Li Qingzhao was not as rich as she thought, and Li Qingzhao also found Zhang Ruzhou's hypocrisy, even to the later fists and feet. Later, Li Qingzhao discovered that Zhang Ruzhou's official position came from accepting bribes and sued Zhang Ruzhou. In the social environment at that time, the wife reported her husband, and even if the husband was found guilty, the wife would be imprisoned. After Li Qingzhao went to prison, her family bribed the jailer, and Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng were released after 9 days in prison, which ended the marriage of less than 100 days. Li Qingzhao, who witnessed the destruction of the country, was "bitter, poor and indomitable". In her later years of "searching and being cold and clear", she tried her best to compile "The Story of the Stone" and completed her husband's unfinished business. Nomads from the rampage aroused her strong patriotic feelings, and she actively advocated the Northern Expedition to recover the Central Plains. However, the decadent and incompetent Southern Song Dynasty made Li Qingzhao's hope come to nothing. Li Qingzhao also wrote a bold and unrestrained "Summer quatrains" in the early days of Nandu: "Life is a hero, and death is a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. " He used Xiang Yu's unyielding death to satirize Hui Zong's father and son's loss of power and humiliation, and expressed his indignation at the Song Dynasty. After leaving her hometown for many years, her broken heart was vilified and rendered worse by the literati because of remarriage. She was helpless, helpless, poor, wandering around, and finally died alone in Jiangnan.

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Words: Wuling Spring, drunken flower shade, plum blossom and lotus root fragrance, jade and autumn fragrance, small and heavy mountains with green grass in spring, high pavilion in Hubei, cold dolly, something close, the wind will set the flowers deep, like a dream, and it rained sparsely last night. Poetry: Wuxi Zhongxing Monument Poetry, Wujiang Poetry, Huangting Spring Posting Poetry, Yutai Poetry, Zhou Poetry, Summer Poetry, etc. Text: preface to Jinshi Lu, on ci, preface to beating horses, and vote for Qin Chongli, a bachelor of Hanlin, etc. Important words: a touch of crimson lips as a lonely boudoir, an inch of sadness and softhearted. 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. Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing the guests come in, socks and gold hairpin all slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, 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. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. Huanxisha: Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and looks surmised. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. (The first two sentences are written like this: "The lotus on the face is smiling, and the duck on Feibao is lined with fragrant cheeks." ) the voice is slow, cold and desolate. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his being late? 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 drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch. 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.

Li Bai (February 8, 7065438+0—February +762, 65438), whose word is too white, is a violet layman, Han nationality, also known as "fallen immortals" (what about Li Bai, Du Fu's "Song of Drinking Eight Immortals" also wrote that Li Bai "the son of heaven can't get on the boat and calls himself Brewmaster"). Li Bai was born in Ji Cheng, Longxi (now Longcheng, Qin 'an County, Gansu Province) and in Broken Leaf City (now tokmak, Kyrgyzstan). His father was exiled here from the Central Plains and moved back to Changlong County, Mianzhou, Sichuan (now jiangyou city, Sichuan) at the age of 4. Another way of saying this is that Li Bai was born in Qinglian Township, jiangyou city, Sichuan. China, a great romantic poet in Tang Dynasty, was honored as "Poet Fairy" by later generations, and was also called "Du Li" with Du Fu. Li Bai was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but he spent most of his life roaming around China. At the age of twenty, he left Sichuan alone and began to wander widely, reaching Xiangjiang River in Dongting in the south and wuyue in the east, living in Anlu (now Anlu City, Hubei Province) and Yingshan (now Guangshui City, Hubei Province). He traveled around, hoping to make friends and visit celebrities, so as to be introduced, climb to the top in one fell swoop and realize his political ideals and ambitions. However, after ten years of wandering, I have accomplished nothing. Continue to go north to Taiyuan and Chang 'an (now Shaanxi An), east to Qi and Lu, and live in Rencheng, Shandong (now Jining, Shandong). At this time, he has made many celebrities and created many excellent poems. Li Bai doesn't want to take the exam to be an official. He hoped to rely on his own talent and embark on his career through the recommendation of others, but no one appreciated him all the time. He once wrote a book to introduce himself with Han Jingzhou, a famous contemporary figure, but he didn't get a reply. Until the first year of Tianbao (742), due to the recommendation of Taoist Wu Yun, Li Bai was called to visit the Hanlin in Chang 'an, and his articles became famous all over the world. Li Baichu was appreciated by Xuanzong for his talent. Later, he couldn't meet the dignitaries. After only three years in Beijing, he gave up his official position and continued his wandering life. In the second year of An Shi Rebellion (756), he was angry and uneasy, and once joined Li Lin, the shogunate of Wang Yong. Unfortunately, Wang Yong and Su Zong competed for the throne. After the defeat, Li Bai was dragged into exile in Yelang (now Guizhou) and was pardoned on the way. In his later years, he drifted to the southeast. According to dangtu county's Li (uncle of Li Bai), he soon died of illness. 1. Wish people a long time, thousands of miles away. Water tunes the song. 2. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are many fragrant grasses in the world. Butterfly Love Flower 3. Laughter faded away, voice faded away, but family was annoyed mercilessly. Ibid., p. 4. I have hated this body for a long time. When can I forget the camp? Linjiangxian 5. Ten years of life and death are two, and you forget without thinking. Jiangchengzi 6. Thousands of miles in a lonely grave, nowhere to talk about desolation. Ibid., p 7. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. Ditto. 8. I can bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius. Jiangchengzi * Mizhou Hunting 9. The river of no return, a romantic figure with a long history. Nostalgia of Niannujiao Chibi 10. There are endless thoughts on the horizon! When they met, they hurried by. Jiangchengzi 1 1. I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong. Jiangchengzi 12. Sentimental wind Wan Li swept the tide and sent it back mercilessly. Klang Ganzhou 13. Needless to say, everything is empty, and it is a dream not to turn your head. Xijiangyue 14. Getting drunk when meeting is the leading edge. Queqiaoxian 15. High sentiment has driven Xiao Yun away, not dreaming with Pear Flower. Xijiangyue 16. Sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there is no loneliness. Shuidiao Song 17 is pleasant. Huanxisha 18. This life is not a good day. Where to see the bright moon next year? Yangguan district 19. The boat left and Jianghai spent the rest of his life. Linjiang xianzi 20. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. Lonely sandbars are very cold. Operator 2 1. In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little tears. Hose 22. Diligence It rained last night, and it was a cool day. Partridge Day 23 Looking back at the bleak place, there is no rain or shine. [Calm the storm]

Wang Wei (70 1? -76 1), Zi Ji, a famous poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, was called "Wang Youcheng". Originally from Qi (now Qixian County, Shanxi Province), he later moved to Yongji, Shanxi Province, and settled in Lantian in his later years, Han nationality. His achievements in poetry and painting are very high. Su Shi praised him as "there is beauty in poetry and painting in painting; Look at the picture. There are poems in it. Especially his landscape poems are the most successful. Together with Meng Haoran, they are called "Wang Meng". In his later years, he was careless about his official career and devoted himself to being a Buddha. Later, he was called "Shi Fo". He is the author of Wang Youcheng's poetry anthology, with 400 poems. Not only that, Wang Weishan painted figures, bamboos and landscapes. There are two kinds of landscapes recorded by the Tang people: one is similar to Li's father and son, the other is painted by breaking ink, and the latter is his masterpiece. However, the Snow Stream Map and Jinan Mansion handed down to him are not original works. Obviously, Wang Wei has made higher achievements in the field of Tang poetry. He is a representative of the pastoral school in Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei was very literary when he was a teenager. In the ninth year of Kaiyuan (72 1), he was the first scholar, and he was very happy. I joined the army in Jeju for some reason. After returning to Chang 'an. In the 22nd year of Kaiyuan, Zhang Jiuling was appointed as the secretariat. Wang Wei was demoted to the right. At that time, he wrote a poem "Dedicating the Beginning to Prosper the People", praising Zhang Jiuling's political views against planting party member for personal gain and abusing his title, which reflected his mood of demanding at that time. Twenty-four years (736), Zhang Jiuling went on strike. The following year, Jingzhou was relegated to a long history. Li's appointment as the secretariat is a turning point in Xuanzong's politics from relatively clear to increasingly dark. Wang Wei was depressed about Zhang Jiuling's demotion, but he didn't quit the officialdom. In the 25th year of Kaiyuan, he was ordered to visit Cui, our envoy from Hexi. Later, he learned from the temple history that Wang Wei's official position was gradually promoted. Before the Anshi Rebellion, on the one hand, officials were tired and worried about the officialdom at that time, on the other hand, they were attached to the stack and could not leave decisively. So he lived a semi-official and semi-secluded life for a long time ... Wang Wei's achievements in poetry are various, including frontier poems, landscape poems, regular poems and quatrains. He really has his unique attainments in describing natural scenery. Whether it is the grandeur of famous mountains and rivers, the grandeur of frontier blockades, or the quietness of small bridges and flowing water, it can accurately and concisely create a perfect and vivid image, with less pen and ink, high artistic conception and complete integration of poetry and painting. Landscape pastoral poetry school is one of the two major poetry schools in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. This school of poetry is the successor of Tao Yuanming, Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao. The poets of this school are famous for their good description of landscapes and pastoral scenery, and their artistic styles are relatively close. They reflect their peaceful mind or secluded thoughts by depicting quiet scenery, so they are called "the school of landscape pastoral poetry". The main writers are Meng Haoran, Wang Wei, Chang Jian, Zuyong, Pei Di and others. Among them, Wang Wei and Meng Haoran, also known as "Wang Meng", have the highest achievements and the greatest influence. The mountain is cold and blue now. This is a message to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan. Autumn water has been flowing all day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . Let's talk about Vice Governor Zhang: "As time goes by, only give me peace and nothing will disturb me." . I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! . Send Yuaner to Anxi Acropolis, it rains and dusts, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Farewell, friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back? Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

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