1. Persuading Li Qingzhao's "Sorrow" Essay of 300 words
The poet in my eyes——Li Qingzhao
If we have a quiet heart, even if we silently While sitting, you can also feel time passing through your heart step by step. But even if time passes and history reincarnates, it cannot erase the imprint left by literature on our souls.
I love reading ancient poetry, so I made an appointment with the poet Li Qingzhao among the lotus flowers.
"Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons." The joyful scene while having fun with friends made me see a clear picture of happiness and carefreeness.
"You lower your head and sniff the green plums", the shy attitude of a young girl, let me see the innocent and clear picture.
When I read the poet’s poem “There is no way out of the soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, people are thinner than yellow flowers”, although I don’t know the deeper meaning, I only know that this poem is written by Zhao Mingcheng and Lu Defu Respected by others. I chanted repeatedly, and I seemed to see the poet standing alone among the chrysanthemums with his thin face raised, wearing a long robe, and his worried eyes revealed deep love and deep longing. The feelings of lovesickness expressed by the yellow flowers in the autumn wind are really vivid, and the clear photos in my eyes are so sentimental and refined.
"Things are different, people are different, everything is over, and I shed tears when I want to speak." Hundreds of years have passed by in a hurry, and this yellow flower has bloomed thousands of times, but it is no longer the yellow flower at that time. The silhouette of Li Qingzhao standing silently magnified in my eyes. The country hates separation and sorrow, the family is broken and people are dead. When will the tears in the eyes of the poet dry up? "I'm afraid that a boat on the Shuangxi River cannot carry many sorrows." In her later years, the poet experienced the southern invasion of Jin soldiers, the Jingkang disaster, her husband's death without children, the inner hatred of the country and family being destroyed, the sadness of leaving her hometown, loneliness and desolation The feeling, the pain of miserable life experience condensed into deep sorrow, eternal sorrow. So much sorrow suddenly fell on this lonely and thin woman, "how can the word "sorrow" be said!
But what I admire even more is the poet’s sentence: “You will be a hero in life, and you will be a hero in death.” Who says women are inferior to men? Although Qingzhao cannot go into battle to kill the enemy, and although Qingzhao cannot relieve the country's worries, the poor and sick poet has never lost his integrity as a human being. The clarity in my eyes put aside my personal separation and sadness. Facing the rolling river, I raised my glass high and expressed the passion and sincerity in my heart. She is an outstanding person. She is not only praised by future generations for her graceful lyrics and expressive and concise lyrical writing style, but also remains in the hearts of the world for her spirit of caring for the world and her upholding integrity.
Today, holding a book in hand, the poet and I met in the autumn wind among the yellow flowers. The yellow flowers have become a thing of the past, but Qingzhao’s heartfelt words are still flowing in my heart. As I read the words, the poet was ready to speak, and my eyes and heart were filled with the poet's emotion and intention...
Comments: The author is familiar with several classic lyrics by the female poet Li Qingzhao of the Southern Song Dynasty. Combined with famous sentences, the situation of poets in different periods is analyzed. The understanding of words and sentences is combined with the writing background and can write the image of the poet in his own eyes. Sincere emotions, fluent language, full of appeal, and arouse readers' passion. Ming. 2. Please write a 1,000-word article with the title "Li Qingzhao and Sorrow"
Getting closer to Li Qingzhao
Explore her inner world by following her every word of resentment... …
Not long after Li Qingzhao’s wedding, Jin soldiers invaded our country’s border. Her husband Zhao Mingcheng responded to the imperial edict and joined the army, but the bad news came that he died in battle. Li Qingzhao remarried, but found out that her husband only wanted her dowry and beat and scolded her every day. She divorced again and passed away silently in loneliness and loneliness...
Li Qingzhao's life was miserable. She had experienced all the joys and sorrows in life, which destined her to be sentimental. . Li Qingzhao's life was also changeable: happiness-sadness-strength-happiness-sadness-loneliness. What's more, in the huge artistic pottery furnace of ancient poetry, her character was changing and brewing.
She was happy before and after marriage, and her words were fresh and elegant. The uncontrollable joy and joy of a newlywed could be seen between the lines. He wrote: The hibiscus on the embroidered face smiles, and the precious duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks, and the eyes are moved to be guessed. One side is charming and full of charm, half of the paper is filled with tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. Isn’t the woman among them Li Qingzhao himself? With just a few strokes, a woman's heart is filled with joy. It's as if Qingzhao's heart is already overflowing with joy. Only a little bit of it flows into the words, and joy flows. Unfortunately, her happiness did not last long, it was just this song.
When she remarried, she was helpless and resentful, and her words were sad and melancholy. "There is no doubt that the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." How can people be thinner than yellow flowers? Although Li Qingzhao used an exaggerated technique, he truly wrote about her haggard and sad mood. "The jade pillow and gauze kitchen, the coolness comes through in the middle of the night." Although the thick cotton wool covers the body, it can cover the coldness of the body, but it cannot cover the coldness of the heart. Today, her husband beat and scolded her again, and she was heartbroken!
After the divorce, her words changed even more. Sometimes he is heroic: "The ninety-thousand-mile wind canopy is raised, the wind stops, and the canopy mountain blows away three mountains." She hates it! She hated those golden soldiers for taking away her husband's life and her happy life; sometimes she was sad: "It rained and the wind blew violently last night. I couldn't get rid of the wine after a deep sleep." When she asked the person behind the curtain, she said, "The crabapples are still the same."
Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin! "So green, fat, red and thin, such beautiful and appropriate words not only express the author's mood at this time, but also outline the withering of Begonia; sometimes lonely: "Looking and looking for the deserted and deserted, and the relatives and friends are miserable and miserable. "Facing the continuous drizzle and the empty and lonely house, the emptiness in my heart surged strongly into my heart. How can I be so sad?
For those who have read Li's Ci, it is not difficult to understand. I found that flowers are mentioned in Li Qingzhao's numerals, which are used to express his thoughts. Finally, we need to understand: Li Qingzhao cherishes flowers, is sad and happy for flowers, wakes up drunk for flowers, hates wind and rain for flowers, why is this so? Flowers are like beauty, flowers are like joy, flowers are like youth, all the beautiful things in the world are in this sorrow and regret. If not, how could the ancient literary poet Li Yian have such a long history? Words about sadness
Huanxisha
Mo Xu cup is dark and rich in amber,
The feeling of intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicated,
Shu Zhongji The wind comes in the evening.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams.
The golden bun is used to ward off the cold.
When you wake up, the sky is red with candles. >
Huanxisha
The spring is deep outside the window in the small courtyard,
The heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy.
I am silently listening to the Yao Qin.
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Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk,
The gentle wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light,
The pear blossoms are about to decline
Huanxi Sand
p>The spring light is cold and the food is cold,
The jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up,
The dream returns to the mountain pillow and the hidden flowers
The future people of Haiyan. Fighting grass,
Jiangmei has passed willow trees,
The rain at dusk wets the swing,
The bun hurts the spring. More combing,
The plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard,
The light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse,
The jade duck smokes the stove and the brain is leisurely,
< p> Zhu Ying tent covers the tassels,Tongxi also solves the cold problem
Huanxi sand
The embroidered hibiscus smiles,
Leaning against the precious duck's cheeks,
His eyes are moved and people guess.
One side is full of charm,
Half of the paper is full of tenderness and hatred.
The moon moves and the shadows of flowers come back again.
The Bodhisattva Man
The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early.
The shirt is in my mood. Okay.
It feels a little cold when I wake up.
The plum blossoms on my hair are still there.
Where is my hometown?
Unless I’m drunk. .
Burning while lying in the water,
The fragrance has not disappeared.
The Bodhisattva Man
The sound of the return is broken by the clouds.
The snow falls from the back window and the smoke from the stove is straight.
The phoenix hairpin is bright at the bottom of the candle.
The person with the hairpin head is light.
The sound of the trumpet prompts the dawn,
The dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring,
The west wind leaves behind the old cold 4. Composition about Li Qingzhao
Li Qingzhao, the God of Beauty in the Heart
Everyone Everyone has their own beloved beauty god, and the beauty god in my heart is you——
No one has ever seen a photo of you, and you didn’t leave a single photo of you in that era, but in my heart, you are They are more beautiful than Xi Shi and Zhaojun, who are as beautiful as the sunken fish and wild geese. They are more beautiful than Diao Chan and the noble concubine who are shy of the moon. Your beauty is unique and cannot be replaced! Your beauty intoxicates me and is my eternal pursuit!
Accompanied by the morning light, across thousands of years, I have come closer to you...
I have walked through the loneliness of "cherishing the spring, when spring is gone, and urging the flowers to rain at some time", and walked through the "dewy dew" The greenness of "thin flowers, thin sweat and light clothes", the various charms of "the hibiscus on the embroidered face blooming with a smile, the flying treasure duck lining the fragrant cheeks", the "windows are locked in the cold sun, and the phoenix trees hate the frost at night" "The loneliness and melancholy of "It's better to get drunk before the break, don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence"...Venus is beautiful because of her broken arm, Beethoven is great because of his deafness, but you are lonely because of your talent. You are rich in knowledge and your words are famous in Beijing, but you have nothing to rely on and nothing to pass on. In that era, you were undoubtedly a strange flower on the branch. The cold autumn wind destroyed you, but you were unwilling to fall to the ground and still stood upright on the branch stubbornly. The head blooms to its fullest, overflowing with its unique fragrance, and never withers. Your talent and stubbornness have created your loneliness, and your peerless loneliness has created your ice-cold beauty!
You are coming to us in a small boat, carrying a deep sadness, melancholy eyes, and a person who is thinner than a yellow flower. Thousands of years of wind and rain have faded away the prosperity of the glass and settled. Your tears are soft and sad. Home can no longer be returned; heart has nowhere to return to; the night is too long, it has condensed into frost, and the pale crescent moon has hooked the past, making this loneliness blend into the light wine, making it the most difficult for you to rest until you "search for it" , desolate, miserable and miserable."
Your whole life has been surrounded by such overwhelming melancholy, such as the sorrow of your girlfriend, your family, your love, and your country. How can you use the word "sorrow"? !
Faced with things and people, facing the broken fragrance and residual wine, facing the green, fat, red and thin, there are no comrades, no acquaintances, only a cup of turbid wine to wash away the sorrow. How deep is the sadness? There is nothing the grasshopper boat can do. Since it can't be carried, then the loneliness will turn into salty tears, dripping into the memory of Zhao Mingcheng, and the lingering thoughts of hatred towards the country's enemies and family.
Li Qingzhao, the goddess of beauty in my heart, the eternal pursuit in my heart. 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 moon. You won't be alone. You carry the light around you, travel through time and space, and come to us. I firmly believe that in the new era, there are still women with beautiful hearts inspired by your spirit. Ailing has inherited your firmness and determination, Sanmao has inherited your boldness and freedom, Zhang Xiaoxian has inherited your sharpness and thoroughness, Shu Ting has inherited your sweet and independent love...
Li Qingzhao , the goddess of beauty in my heart, my eternal pursuit, you held up a lonely lamp, illuminated a lonely journey, danced a perfect solo dance with that peerless loneliness, like a swaying flower, guarding It refers to that prosperous empty city in Chinese history. 5. Write a 700-word essay about Li Qingzhao, which cannot be repeated online
Go deep into your heart
During the two Song Dynasties in China, there was such a person as Ruyi A proud and fresh woman standing in the long river of history, that is you - Li Qingzhao. Now, I approach you with a sincere heart, and even enter the depths of your heart. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the sparkling lake, on the ancient pavilion by the lake, and on your face, which is flushed after just drinking. The sentence "fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons" naturally reveals that pure and innocent quality. The lotus flowers beside the boat are flourishing, and the lotus flowers that "emerge from the mud but remain unstained" stand gracefully like saints. They seem to be blooming with youth and beauty for you! ——The young me seems to be getting closer to your heart, and I am walking into the depths of your heart step by step. "Let's take a boat trip to relieve our worries!" you thought to yourself. So you gently lift up your gauze skirt and paddle the boat alone. The geese are circling in an orderly manner in the sky, but you can't help but worry again: Will your husband tie the token among the geese? You said sadly, "There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frowned, but it was in my heart." Indeed, that kind of desolation, that kind of lovesickness, that kind of sadness, how do they torture your heart in every possible way? The bright lotus outside the window has begun to wither. Just like you, lovesickness has ruthlessly left an indelible mark on your heart. ——At this time, I am worried about your troubles and worried about your sadness. It seems that I have become your close friend and want to relieve your worries. In the evening, the setting sun shone on a haggard face.
Let’s play it by ourselves.
Poetry about sorrow
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ——Li Yu's "Poppy Poppies"
Cutting off the water with a knife will make the water flow more quickly, and raising a cup to relieve sorrow will make the sorrow worse. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou"
The sycamore trees also drizzled, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to go out in a small boat, but I am afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring"
The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is as long as a person's. ——Li Bai's "Qiupu Song"
Constant cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting" 6. Please write a composition describing Li Qingzhao
Let me give you something. You still have to write the composition yourself. Write more about your understanding of Li Qingzhao's poems and combine it with his life. Then add some of your own comments about future generations, and a composition like this will come out.
Early stage Due to family reasons, especially the influence of his father Li Gefei, Li Qingzhao was good at poetry when he was a boy. Li Qingzhao's growth is also inseparable from the natural environment in which she lives.
Li Qingzhao's childhood Portraits of Li Qingzhao (6 photos) (12 photos) Most of his time was spent in his hometown of Licheng, which is picturesque and full of people. When she was about five or six years old, because her father Li Gefei became a Beijing official, she moved with her parents to Bianliang, Tokyo (now Kaifeng City, Henan Province).
She grew up in Tokyo. At that time, the ruling class of the Northern Song Dynasty was enjoying themselves, and Tokyo was still very prosperous on the surface.
As a lady of the scholar-official class, Li Qingzhao could not leave home like a man due to the constraints of feudal ethics. Reach out to society at large.
But she was born in a city after all, and was not as closed-minded as a woman from a rural landowner's family. Not only could she row a boat and play in the depths of lotus flowers, but she could also follow her family to the streets of Tokyo and watch the ingenious lanterns and bustling street scenes. All of this cultivated her temperament.
Enriched her spiritual life. Li Qingzhao's nature-loving personality and ability to describe nature show that she was nurtured by her hometown of Shandong.
And her "no scruples" in describing love shows the influence of urban social customs and literary atmosphere on her. At the age of eighteen, Li Qingzhao married Zhao Mingcheng.
After marriage, Qingzhao and her husband fell in love with each other and became like glue. "The couple are good friends." After getting married, Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng, a student from the Imperial College, studied epigraphy, calligraphy and painting together and lived a happy life.
Zhao's father was a famous politician at the time and the prime minister on the right. After her marriage, she devoted her whole body and mind to the further study of literature and art and the collection and research of epigraphy.
She and Zhao Mingcheng worked hard on each other to create lyrics, and their techniques became increasingly mature. On the Double Ninth Festival one year, Li Qingzhao composed the famous song "Drunk Flower Yin" and sent it to her husband who was an official abroad: "The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever, and the auspicious head sells the golden beast.
The festive season is here again On the Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow is in the gauze cabinet, and it is cool in the middle of the night. After dusk, there is a faint fragrance on the sleeves.
I can't help but feel the west wind blowing, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower. The melancholy with my girlfriend emerges vividly on the page.
According to "The Record of Kuan Huan", after Zhao Mingcheng received it, he was filled with admiration and unwilling to be outdone, so he thanked the guests behind closed doors and forgot to eat and sleep. For three days and three nights, he wrote fifty poems. He included this poem by Li Qingzhao and asked his friend Lu Defu to comment.
Lu Defu played with it again and again and said: "Only three sentences are the best." Zhao asked which three sentences they were, and Lu replied: "There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
However, the good times did not last long. The struggle between the old and new parties in the DPRK intensified. A pair of mandarin ducks were torn apart alive. Zhao and Li faced each other across the river and suffered from lovesickness. In the later period, in 1127 AD, the northern Jurchen tribe (Jin Dynasty) captured Bianjing. Huizong and Qinzong's father and son were captured, and Gaozong fled south.
Li Qingzhao and his wife also followed the refugees to the south of the Yangtze River. Wandering in a different place, all the epigraphs, calligraphy and paintings collected over the years were lost, which brought her a heavy blow and great pain.
Later, the Jin people marched southward, and the Southern Song Dynasty became corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. In the same year, Zhao Mingcheng was appointed as the prefect of Jiankang. During a rebellion in the city, Zhao Mingcheng lowered the city and escaped, which made Li Qingzhao disheartened. On the way to escape to Jiangxi the next year, he wrote the famous "Summer" when he traveled to Wujiang River. Quatrains", praising Xiang Yu's satire on Mingcheng, Zhao Mingcheng felt ashamed and depressed, and later died on the way to take office as governor of Huzhou.
When Li Qingzhao was lonely, Zhang Ruzhou (formerly known as Zhang Ruzhou) took advantage of Li Qingzhao's money and showed his kindness to Li Qingzhao in every possible way. Li Qingzhao was helpless at the time, so he went against the secular trend and married Zhang Ruzhou.
After the marriage, the two found that they had been deceived. Zhang Ruzhou discovered that Li Qingzhao was not as wealthy as he had expected, and Li Qingzhao also discovered Zhang Ruzhou's hypocrisy, and even fought with each other later. Later, Li Qingzhao discovered that Zhang Ruzhou's official position was due to bribery, so he sued Zhang Ruzhou. In the social environment at that time, if a wife reported her husband, even if the husband was proven guilty, the wife would have to suffer in prison.
After Li Qingzhao was imprisoned, his family bribed the jailer and he was released after nine days in prison. This marriage, which lasted less than a hundred days, ended. Li Qingzhao, who witnessed the destruction of her country and her family, was "unyielding in spite of hardships and poverty." In her later years, when she was "searching and lonely," she devoted all her energy to compiling "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone" to complete her husband's unfinished work.
The rampage of the Jin soldiers aroused her strong patriotic sentiments, and she actively advocated the Northern Expedition to regain the Central Plains. However, the decadent incompetence and partial peace of the Southern Song Dynasty made Li Qingzhao's hopes a phantom. Li Qingzhao also wrote a vigorous and unrestrained "Summer Quatrains" in the early days of his journey to the south: "You will be a hero in life, and you will be a hero in death.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River." Borrowed from Xiang Yu "I would rather die than surrender" satirizes Huizong and his son for losing power and humiliating the country. It expresses the meaning vividly and expresses the resentment against the Song Dynasty.
After being away from home for many years, her already broken heart was further harmed by the slander and exaggeration of the scholar-bureaucrat class because of her remarriage. She was helpless, had no way to call, was poor and miserable, wandered around, and finally died lonely in the south of the Yangtze River.
Her poem "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·The Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots Remains in the Jade Mat Autumn" (diàn) In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus roots and remaining jade mats (diàn), I undressed Luo Shang alone and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this situation. It's just a frown, but it's in my heart.
"Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi" Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him? The wind comes late and the wind blows! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is full of yellow flowers, they are haggard and worn out. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?