There's nothing left or right in the room. I'd better go outside by boat to enjoy the scenery. I was in no hurry, so I slowly took off this complicated dress and put on casual clothes that are convenient for sports, got everything ready, and then went out to get on the boat alone.
With the rowing of the boat, I looked up and stared at the sky. White clouds were flying, stretching or curling. Who wants to send a letter home by the hand of Baiyun? I wonder how he is now. Have you thought about sending me a letter?
Maybe I was too absorbed in thinking, and a flock of geese flew back from the horizon, just to pull back my thoughts. This dreamlike god, the night has come, and the moonlight has enveloped the whole West Building.
In the moonlight, a gust of wind blew, and the flowers withered, so they could only fly with the wind alone. Some flowers fell into the water, and when I looked down, it turned out that the water was quietly flowing alone. It seems that Huaershuier is lonely like me.
We miss each other very much, but we are far apart, so we can't meet or talk. We have to miss each other alone in two different places, thinking about each other, and we can't help but feel sad.
The sadness of lovesickness is really annoying, and I really can't think of any good way to solve this kind of sadness, so I can only continue to worry.
No, I was so worried just now that I frowned slightly. I finally relaxed my brow. It's only a short period of time, and sadness is faintly entangled in my heart. Alas, when will this sadness of missing end?
Li Qingzhao's excellent ci poems are numerous, among which Pruning Plums is the most brilliant one.
This word was written in 1 103, which was almost born in the same season as the last song "Drunk Flowers", that is, the third year of their marriage. Because Zhao and Li were involved in the partisan struggle, the difference was that the Li family left the imperial court, but the Zhao family was promoted, and Li Qingzhao was deprived of the qualification to settle in the capital, while Zhao Mingcheng was in the capital.
There is no doubt that when writing this poem, Li Qingzhao missed Zhao Mingcheng, and in her words, she poured out her love and sorrow repeatedly. Nevertheless, it is very distinctive in expression, and it does not fall into the stereotype at all. It is catchy to read, with frequent golden sentences and unique taste.
There is no doubt that even if she lives in a different place, Li Qingzhao expects her husband and wife to miss each other all the time. Actually, I hope so. I always hope that love is the most beautiful and beautiful, haha ~