Reading the poem, I realized the mood at this time. The blooming of crabapples and the falling of banana leaves hurt her heart not only thousands of years ago, but also us now.
I often hear people around me say that they are most afraid of recalling their youth. The bohemian, cheeky, silly things we did back then make us laugh out loud and feel sour every time we think about it.
Reading Li Qingzhao’s poems feels like walking through a complete life with her. Reading her works, I have experienced ups and downs in life, and desolation when the rain calms down, but I still think of the girl who was drunk and riding a boat in the West Pavilion at dusk.
Girlhood Her innocence, freedom and ease in girlhood make us envious in modern times.
Fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons
It was not only the seagulls that were shocked, but also the hearts of the boys and girls.
He walked away in shame, leaning against the door and looking back, smelling the green plums.
This shyness has fooled many young and frivolous people. It was such an encounter. During the Lantern Festival that year, under the bright moonlight, 18-year-old Li Qingzhao met the 21-year-old talented Zhao Mingcheng. They became a famous marriage between music and music.
Panlang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted, and I want to teach him how to compare and look at it.
At that time, her love had just begun. Was the charming Li Qingzhao afraid that she would not be as beautiful as this flower? No. Where is she scared? She is obviously full of confidence. Zhao Mingcheng must be full of joy, and said with a little helplessness: "My wife must be more beautiful."
This simple and clear sentence made Li Qingzhao very happy, even though she had already guessed the ending.
Love is like honey. Shortly after the marriage, my son embarked on a "negative journey" and went to business school to study. The younger ones won the wedding, but they were still in the honeymoon phase and they became weekend lovers. Every time she goes home, her husband will bring her some delicious and fun things. Zhao Qing also looked at the flowers and plants outside the window every day, counting the days until the couple would be reunited. This day is the Double Ninth Festival, and it is obvious that a person will miss his husband even more. She was drinking alone by the east fence. The wine was so longing for her that she smelled of her husband in every drink. I don't think it's midnight yet, but I can't sleep.
There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
How many people in love are moved by this desire for their husbands. This kind of love is envied by everyone.
During the party struggle that year, the couple left Bianjing and moved to Qingzhou. Qingzhou, one of the ancient nine states, is not as prosperous as Bianjing, but is more peaceful and simple. When she first arrived in Qingzhou, she named her room "Guilaitang" and "Yi'an Mansion".
The best marriage is not only for talented women, it is suitable for every family, but the most rare thing is like-minded people. In the following ten years, they got married together in "Guilaitang", sang against each other, collected cultural relics together, and cataloged "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone".
Zhao Mingcheng occasionally goes out, but their lovesickness is still the same as when they were newlyweds. Their love preservation skills are concentrated in Zhao Qing's poems.
Lonely in the deep boudoir, every inch of my heart is filled with sorrow.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time.
Leaning all over the corridor, there is just no emotion.
Wherever I am, there are green grass in the sky, and I can’t see the way back.
Nandu Exile Li Qingzhao was a talented woman in the first half of her life, a woman with outstanding literary talent who could drink and gamble. Her husband is her whole life, and her words are written for her husband, full of delicate female feelings.
However, due to opportunities in the second half of his life, Li Qingzhao only stood out among the female poets of the Northern Song Dynasty such as Mrs. Zhu and Mrs. Wei. Of course, Li Qingzhao was truly complete at that time.
Speaking of Dunan, in 1027, following the Jingkang Incident, his husband Zhao Mingcheng went south alone to pay homage to Li Qingzhao, and staged a couple scene of "I withdraw first, you take the lead".
Li Qingzhao, who was left behind, was sorting out Zhao Mingcheng's stone carvings and cultural relics under the iron hooves of the northern Jin people. A woman urgently transferred supplies during the war and dragged more than a dozen carts of cultural relics southward for health care. In any era, this is great. Let alone a weak woman, it is difficult for even a few big men to do it!
When we arrived in Jiankang, Zhao Mingcheng was appointed governor of Jiangning because the traitors were causing trouble. He left Qingzhao behind and ran away. This is the second time a couple scene has been staged where "I'll stop talking before I withdraw, my wife won't care anymore".
What could Li Qingzhao think? In addition to being devastated by being abandoned for the second time, she was also ashamed of Zhao Mingcheng! But what about this? She really loves Zhao Mingcheng. Otherwise, why would I have fled to Jiangxi with my husband later? Along the way, Li Qingzhao was chilled to the core, Zhao Mingcheng was ashamed, and the two of them almost had no words to talk to each other. When he arrived at Wujiang, Li Qingzhao could no longer hold himself back:
Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
A woman can have such courage and responsibility, Zhao Mingcheng, what about you? Do you not love Li Qingzhao anymore? Or are you cowardly by nature? It's both.
Later, Zhao Mingcheng failed to recover, fell ill, and died in Jiankang.
From then on, Li Qingzhao was alone, carrying the cultural relics, gold and stones that belonged to her husband during his lifetime. From Nanjing to Nanchang, and then to Zhejiang, on such a long journey in a chaotic battlefield, the word "not easy" seems too thin for a woman carrying so many cultural relics.
This is not displacement, this is fleeing with cultural relics. During this escape journey, there was an experience of going to sea alone. She wrote a poem about this experience.
The sky is filled with clouds, waves and mist, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing.
As if the dream soul returned to the emperor's home.
Hearing Tian’s words, he asked me diligently where I was going.
I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing lines from poetry.
Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is moving forward.
When the wind stops, the boat blows away to the three mountains!
Jiangnan Displacement
Although her husband Zhao Mingcheng also did some things that made him sad after entering his official career, for Li Qingzhao, the happiness, happiness and joy that Zhao Mingcheng brought her Contentment is far greater than those trivial loneliness.
Therefore, after Zhao Mingcheng's death, Li Qingzhao was extremely lonely and cold for a long time. He had no relatives who knew each other and kept him company, no friends who gambled on books and poured tea, and even more I have no support for life... Now I am haggard, my hair is frosty, and I am afraid of going out at night.
It's better to sit under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
In order to protect the last thoughts left to her by her husband Zhao Mingcheng, she was not afraid of hardships to fulfill her husband's unfinished wish - "Inscriptions on Stone", Li Qingzhao in his twilight years , childless, helpless, homeless, experienced all kinds of things: losing almost all cultural relics, marrying a non-human, divorced and imprisoned, ups and downs in life, but still able to have a passionate and patriotic heart. Heart. In such a situation, she was still concerned about national affairs. That year, the Southern Song Dynasty sent an envoy to the Kingdom of Jin. Li Qingzhao wrote a poem to say goodbye, "The sound of cars and horses rustling, all the cowards wept."
In the fifth year of Emperor Gaozong's reign in Shaoxing, his family's collection of thousands of scrolls was almost completely lost in the continuous war. Li Qingzhao, who was suffering from physical and mental pain, was displaced, walking from east to west, from south to north, and suddenly Rushing towards the city, he suddenly took refuge in the jungle and drifted alone to Jinhua, Zhejiang, where he took refuge in a thatched hut.
I heard people say that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is beautiful. She also wants to go boating and relax, but she is too lazy to comb her hair. The crazy girl who was "fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons" could not find the little woman who played the flute on the Phoenix stage and said, "I was afraid of the pain of separation, so I wanted to say goodbye". It was clear that destiny was in front of her. As we know, there is an old woman with her temples in the beginning of autumn, sighing:
The wind has settled in the dust, the fragrance and flowers have all gone, and she is tired of combing her hair day and night.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip.
I'm afraid that the Shuangxi sailboat cannot carry many sorrows.
I am afraid that the hatred between country and family, the sorrow and resentment of separation, and the pain of wandering will not be carried by a big horse, a small cart, or a dinghy boat with sharp ends. It cannot be carried.
In the end, Li Qingzhao lived up to the love of her life. "Inscriptions on the Records of Gold and Stone" was compiled and published, and the "Preface to the Records of the Inscriptions and Stones" was also completed. She does not want future generations to remember these shocking poems of Qingzhao, but she must not forget the efforts that the couple devoted to document research and protection of history and calligraphy.
After that, he spent more than 20 years wandering and homeless. That year in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a thatched cottage. It had been drizzling continuously for several days outside the window, and the begonia flowers were withering petals in the rain. Finally, at nightfall, the last petal of the Begonia flower, with tears in its eyes, left the branch and slowly fell to the earth. The candlelight flickered in the room. Its dim light swept away the Buddha dust on the table, and the words "Gold and Stone" were vaguely visible. On the bed on the other side of the candlelight, a hunched figure stood still forever.
After thousands of years, the still figure in the candlelight has become a sentence in everyone's heart: leaning against the door and looking back, sniffing the green plums.