Li Qingzhao
Li Qingzhao's "Collected Works of Yi'an Layman" and "Yi'an Ci" have been lost. Today, there is only one volume of Siyinzhai's "Shyuci", which Wang Zhongwen has "Collection of Li Qingzhao and Annotations", published by People's Literature Publishing House, Huang Mogu has "Reedited Collection of Li Qingzhao", published by Qilu Publishing House
Li Qingzhao (1084.2.5.~1155.4.10.) No. Yi An layman, outstanding in the Southern Song Dynasty Female writer, native of Jinan, Shandong Province, is a graceful poet. He was born in Zhangqiu, Shandong Province in the seventh year of Yuanfeng in the Northern Song Dynasty. He died in Lin'an at the age of seventy-two. Historically, he was known as "Jinan Er'an" together with Xin Qiji, a native of Licheng, Jinan. His father, Li Gefei, was a native of Licheng County, Qizhou in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was a famous scholar and essayist in Qilu. His mother, Wang, was good at writing and writing. Her husband, Zhao Mingcheng, was the son of Zhao Tingzhi, the minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and a scholar of epigraphy and stone research. Li Qingzhao lived a prosperous life in his early years, was good at writing and writing, and was proficient in music. After marriage, he and Zhao Mingcheng devoted themselves to sorting out calligraphy, painting and epigraphy and compiled "Inscriptions on Epigraphy". After the fall of the Central Plains, she and her husband moved southward, living a miserable and miserable life. Mingcheng died of illness and was left alone. He inherited his family education at a young age and has long been famous for his talents. Li Qingzhao, who is famous for his ci, is also a poet and essayist, and is the author of ci theory. He enjoys a high reputation in the history of Chinese literature. "Li Qingzhao has Li Qingzhao in literature, and Qin Liangyu has Qin Liangyu in military affairs." In his early years, he lived a stable and prosperous life, and his poems mostly wrote about lovesickness; After the invasion of China, the country encountered great changes, and many of his poems lamented the loss of his life. Her poems are inspired by time and history, and are very different from her style of writing. She is also good at calligraphy, painting, and music. The existing poems and lyrics were compiled by later generations, including "Shu Yu Ci" and so on. He advocates that "ci should be unique in its own way". She is the only woman in Chinese history whose name is used as a crater in outer space.
“The great river has been running for hundreds of generations, and the waves have rushed together, sweeping away all the heroes of the ages; the garden of Ci has lasted for thousands of years, and the flowers have competed with each other, and a daughter flower has bloomed.” It describes Li Qingzhao.
The male lead, Li Houzhu, and the female lead, Li Yian, are both in their right roles. The previous one was too white, so he was called the poet Sanli. (Shen Qujin)
Qingzhao was a woman, and the style of poetry was Kangyi Zhouliu. Although there are not many poems, it must be preserved as a treasure. It is a big lineage of poets. ("Summary of Siku")
Li Yian's Ci is unique and impressive. It originated from Huaihai and Dasheng, and Zhuyu was made many times. It is strange for a woman to have this. ("Bai Yuzhai Ci")
Yi An's beautiful poems, such as the seven-character cloud in "A Cut of Plum Blossoms": "The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mat in autumn", they are exquisite and unique, and they are truly unparalleled in the world. (Same as above)
Biography
Li Qingzhao was born in a family of scholar-bureaucrats who loved literature and art. After marrying Zhao Mingcheng, a Taipei student, they studied epigraphy, calligraphy and painting together, and lived a happy and beautiful life. After the Jingkang Incident in 1127, she and Zhao Mingcheng fled to the south of the Yangtze River and lost most of their collection of cultural relics. Later, Zhao Mingcheng died of illness, and she drifted alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou, and Jinhua, spending her later years in misery and loneliness. Her "Slow Voice" was written at this time, so in the poem, from the first few pairs of compound words, we can see her sadness. She is a writer who has achieved achievements in poetry, poetry, prose, and fu. But what I am best at and most famous for is words. In her early years, she wrote "On Ci" and advocated that "ci is unique in its own way". He pays attention to the characteristics of word style, assonance, emphasis on narration, and emotion, and criticizes the shortcomings of poets from Su Shi to Qin Guan, Huang Tingjian, etc.
The most talented woman was born into a family of famous officials. She had an unforgettable memory when she was young, spoke amazing words, and was well-read. The magnificent mountains and rivers of Qilu nurtured Qingzhao's creative spirituality, and she became famous and distinguished as a girl.
After marriage, Qingzhao and her husband fell in love with each other and became like glue, "the husband is like a good friend." 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 looked at each other across the river and suffered from lovesickness.
Later, the Jin people marched southward, and the Southern Song Dynasty became corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was full of enthusiasm, but unfortunately he died before he left the army. Witnessing the ruin of her country and her family, Qingzhao "was unyielding in spite of the hardships and poverty". In her later years, when she was "searching and lonely", she worked hard to compile the "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone" to complete her husband's unfinished work.
Therefore, it can be said that Li Qingzhao’s works are inseparable from the word sorrow, from the emotional sorrow at the beginning, to the family sorrow of family destruction and death, to the national sorrow of the fall of the country. This complicated melancholy led her step by step to the temple of literature. What an eternal sorrow!
Qingzhao's exquisite writing and uncanny craftsmanship are unprecedented and unprecedented. He is respected as the master of the graceful sect and is a monument in the history of Chinese spiritual civilization.
Not only in literature, but also in history, her "Inscriptions on Stone" also has extremely high literary value.
Li Qingzhao’s Ci can be divided into two periods: the southern crossing and the later period. The early poems mainly describe the themes of grief, farewell and boudoir life, showing the sentimental personality of the female poet. For example, "Like a Dream" describes the feelings of cherishing the spring and loving the flowers:
Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't sleep without the remaining wine
The person behind the curtain asked Haitang whether she still knew or not. It's green, fat, red and thin
Another song: "Like a Dream"
I often remember that I was intoxicated at the Xiting Pavilion at dusk and didn't know my way back. I was so excited that I returned to the boat late
Walked in by mistake Deep in the lotus flowers, a group of gulls and egrets rise up in the struggle for crossing the river
Huanxi Sand
Spring has already deepened by the idle window in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin speechlessly. .
Far from the mountains, it is dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to wither.
Huanxi Sha
In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.
In the future, Haiyan will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sha
The bun hurts the lazy spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard. , the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sha
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is full of charm and charm, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.
The words of farewell she wrote because of Zhao Mingcheng's absence were profound and unique. For example, "Drunken Flower Yin" describes that the female poet felt extremely lonely during the "Festival Festival and the Double Ninth Festival", so she used yellow flowers to describe herself:
The mist and thick clouds disappear forever, and the day is auspicious and the golden beast festival is coming again. The Double Ninth Festival jade pillow and gauze kitchen are cool in the middle of the night
The wine in Dongli has a faint fragrance after dusk, and the sleeves are filled with fragrance. I can't help but be ecstatic. People in the west wind are thinner than yellow flowers
The idea is novel and the taste is elegant. It is not comparable to the general complaints of male writers. Another example is the second part of "A Cut of Plum", which expresses the poet's mood of looking forward to a letter from her husband:
The flowers are falling and the water is flowing, a kind of longing for two places and the sorrow of two places
This feeling can only be written after there is no way to eliminate it. Her brows are in her heart
Her later poems are full of the sad sentiment of "things are different and people are not the same", thus expressing her deep attachment to her motherland and the past. For example, the first film of "Slow Voice" expresses the poet's sense of loss while "searching and searching" without any sustenance, as well as his demeanor of being alone and sad in a "deserted, miserable and miserable" environment. The next film touches the scene and expresses the sadness and self-pity of autumn: "The yellow flowers all over the ground are piled up and haggard. Who can pick them now? How can the black phoenix tree grow alone by guarding the window? It also drizzles until dusk. How can I find the word "sorrow" this time?" The language is clear, the rhythm is rapid, and the mood is sad. Another famous song, "Yong Yu Le", evokes the sentimentality of the "Lantern Festival" and recalls the "Shengyue of Zhongzhou" in the past. The next piece reads:
In the prosperous days of Zhongzhou, when the boudoir has too much free time, remember to pay more attention to paving green crowns
Twisting the golden snow willow clusters to fight for the relief of Chu, now the wind and frost hair are haggard
If you are afraid of going out at night, it is better to listen to people laughing under the curtain
The whole poem reveals the deep sorrow for the country's changes, past joys and present sorrows. Later, Liu Chenweng, a poet in the late Song Dynasty, read this poem , couldn't help but "scream for it".
Li Qingzhao's poetry has a unique style and is called "Yi'an style" by later generations. The main characteristics of Li's Ci are: First, he wrote the lyrics based on his female identity and special experience, creating an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, thereby expanding the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful Ci. Second, he is good at extracting vivid and clear language from written language and daily spoken language; he is good at using line drawing and narrative techniques to form a coherent state.
Collection of Important Words
Red lips
Lonely in the boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Pink lips
Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
When I see someone coming, I slip out my socks and gold hairpin, and leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniff the green plum blossoms.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse clocks have already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Huanxi Sha
Spring has already deepened through the idle window in the small courtyard. The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin in silence.
Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
Huanxi Sha
In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.
People are fighting for grass in the future, the river plums have passed willow trees, and the swings are wet with rain at dusk.
The voice is slow
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
The phoenix trees also drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important!
Reveal your true feelings
At night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum tree is inserted into the broken branches. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned.
The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
Bodhisattva Man
The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the furnace is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.
The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight. It’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.
Bodhisattva Man
The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. I am in a good mood with my shirt on. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact.
Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.
Good things are coming soon
The wind is still and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Qing Ping Le
Every year in the snow, I often insert plum blossoms to get drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, which makes my clothes full of tears!
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
Recalling Qin E
Linggao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return, and the horns are heard in the dusk.
The broken fragrance remains and the feelings are evil, the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
Tianzi picks mulberries
Who grows banana trees in front of the window? The atrium is filled with shade; the atrium is filled with shade, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions.
It rains in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and the rain drops every drop; the rain drops drop by, and I feel sad and harm the people of the north. I am not used to listening to it!
Break through the Huanxi sand
Knead the gold into pieces and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's.
How vulgar are the plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
Breaking through the sand of Huanxi
I started to feel sick, my temples were dazzling, and I lay down to watch the waning moon on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea.
It is a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers from many people all day long.
Wulingchun
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my 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 still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
Drunken Flower Yin
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is endless, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nan Gezi
The stars in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. The quilt on Liangsheng's pillow was stained with tears. He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What kind of night is this?"
The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. The weather is the same as the old clothes, but the feelings are the same as the old home!
Resent to the King and Sun
The wind on the lake is vast, the autumn is late, and there are few reds and fragrant flowers. The beauty of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are indescribable and infinitely good.
The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with green dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early.
Partridge Sky
The windows are locked in the cold sun, and the phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over.
Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
Partridge Sky
The body is dim and light yellow, the body is soft, and the love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why does it need light blue and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the picture railings are opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet is so ruthless, why didn't he end up with nothing?
Yulouchun Red Plum
The red plum blossoms are willing to put the buds into pieces, and explore the southern branches to bloom all over? I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning.
The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, dull and damaged, and worried about not leaning on it. Come and take a break if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow.
Xiaozhong Mountain
Spring arrives in Changmen, the grass is green, and the red plum blossoms are broken and not evenly blooming. The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and shocking the spring.
The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It is a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring.
Linjiang Fairy
The courtyard is a little deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build Kangcheng.
There are so many things that I feel about the moon and the wind. Now that I am old and unable to achieve anything, no one can pity me and I am even more haggard. There is no point in trying the lamp, and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow.
Linjiang Fairy Plum
The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses her beauty. It’s good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away, but the warm wind will be too late to reach the apricot blossoms.
Die Lian Hua
The warm sun and clear wind have just broken through the frost. Willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks already feel the heartbeat of spring. Who has sex with the drunkenness and poetry? The tears melt into the remaining pink flowers.
At first I tried to tuck my shirt into a gold-threaded seam, and found that I was leaning against the mountain pillow, and the hairpin-headed phoenix was damaged by the pillow. Holding my arms alone is full of sorrow and I have no good dreams. The night is still full of lanterns and flowers.
Die Lianhua sends sisters to Changle Hall
My clothes are wet with tears and full of powder, and I sing it thousands of times. The human road is long and the water is broken, and the gentle rain is heard in the lonely hall.
I feel sorry for the sadness and leave the place in chaos, forgetting to leave. The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that I can pass the message to the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.
Die Lian Hua has summoned his relatives on the mountain
The eternal night is full of joy and little joy. I dream of Chang'an and recognize the road to Chang'an. In order to report the good spring this year, it is better to take pictures of the flowers and the moonlight.
Although the cups and plates are careless, the wine is beautiful and the plums are sour, just like a person's embrace. Don't laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers. Poor people are like spring.
A cut plum blossom
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly 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 feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
The Fisherman's Proud
The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn mist is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing; it is like the soul of a dream returning to the emperor's residence, hearing the words of the sky, and asking me diligently where I am going.
I report that the road is long and the sun is setting, and I am learning poems with amazing lines; the wind of ninety thousand miles is rising, the wind stops, and the boat blows to three mountains.
Yu Jia Ao
It is known that spring has arrived in the snow, the winter plum blossoms are dotted with delicate branches, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the beauty is bathing in new makeup.
Good fortune may be more intentional, so the moon shines brightly. ***The bounty is green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.
Reduced word magnolia
Selling flowers on the pole, bought a branch ready to bloom. The tears are stained lightly and evenly, but still have traces of the dawn dew.
Panlang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted, and the apprentice wants to teach the man to compare and look at it.
Auspicious partridge and double ginkgo
The charm and grace are not enough, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither?
Who taught you how to pick branches with stems and stems together? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families.
Nian Nujiao, Spring Love
The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather.
Poems with dangerous rhymes are completed, and holding one's head up to sober up is not a feeling of leisure. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others.
The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?
Longevity and Longevity
On Nanchang’s birthday, it is slightly cold. Looking at the six leaves beside the sun, the steps are beginning to show. The love scene wants to hang a hibiscus, but the remaining silver arrows are thrown back into the bucket.
On this occasion of celebrating Gao Hong, a bright pearl was cut in the palm of my hand. If you have good looks and good qualities, you will meet a good wife. Up to now, the hall is filled with nobles and nobles.
Glory, walking in the Forbidden City, with gold medals and green ribbons. It is more valuable that Tangdi is connected with Yin, tiger is in charge of Xiongshi, and Jiahe is guarded separately.
Kang Qingyun is just around the corner, after entering Chengming day and night. Look at the colorful clothes competing for offerings, the orchids are ashamed of the jade wine. I wish you a long life, and use the pine tree to wish you longevity.
Xingxiangzi
The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
Xingxiangzi Chinese Valentine's Day
The cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in fright, bringing melancholy to the world and the sky.
The clouds and the moon are covered with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other.
A magpie rides on a star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don’t hate it, it’s hard to be poor.
The morning glory and the weaver girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.
Lonely Wild Goose
Rising up from sleep under the paper tent on the rattan bed, I have endless words and wonderful thoughts.
The ashes of smoke are broken and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.
Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring.
The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.
When the flute player goes to the empty jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart?
If you break off a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
[Evil leader] I feel the beauty of the plum blossoms in the back pavilion
The jade is thin and fragrant, the sandalwood is deep and the snow is scattered. I hate that it is too late to explore the plum blossoms this year.
Jianglou Chuguan, the water is far away between the clouds. The clear day is forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain is rolled down.
Sit down and have a guest, the wine is full in front of you, and the singing is so exciting that the water flows and the clouds stop.
The southern branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don’t wait for the west tower to sound Qiang Guan several times.
The courtyard is full of beauty
The small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one is here, it's just like being lonely in Yangzhou.
It has always been like a rhyme that prevails, but it can’t bear the rain and can’t bear the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
Reminiscing about playing the flute on the Phoenix stage
The fragrant cold golden cat was rolled over by the red waves, and she got up and combed her hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook.
Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn.
Have a rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay. People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower.
Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare.
Celebrating the Qing Dynasty Slowly
The prohibitions are low and the railings are skillfully protected, so that the remaining spring can be monopolized.
The guests are standing there calmly, showing their innocence in their gracefulness.
After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear.
Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, long [evil leader] Dongjun.
Beside the east city, on Nanmo, there is a race to the incense wheel in the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion.
When the feast is over, who can succeed Fang Chen?
It’s better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out, the golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk.
Yong Yu Le
The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much do you know about the spring spirit?
During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, will there be no wind and rain? Come to greet him, bring him a car and a BMW, and thank him for his wine, friends, and poets.
It is a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time for the boudoir, so remember to focus on the three or five. Pave with green crowns, pick up gold and snow willows, and compete with Chu in bunches.
Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Dolly Ode the White Chrysanthemum
The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtains are drooped.
Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, rub the Qiong muscles at night.
It doesn’t look like the imperial concubine’s drunk face, nor does it look like Sun Shou’s frown.
Han Ling steals the fragrance, and the lady is a fan. Don’t compare it to the novelty, take a closer look, Qu Ping Tao Ling, the charm is just right.
The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance.
Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, and I rely on people infinitely.
It seems like sorrow is condensing, Han Fu is undressing, like tears are falling, Wan Fan is writing poems.
The moon is bright and the breeze is bright, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is haggard and thin.
No matter how much I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on.
The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river.
Auspicious partridge and double ginkgo
The charm and grace are not enough, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither?
Who taught you how to pick branches with stems and stems together? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families.
Like a dream
I often remember that the sunset in the creek pavilion is so intoxicated that I don’t know the way back.
Returning to the boat late after all the fun, and straying into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
Like a dream
Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine in my deep sleep.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
You know, you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin.
Nian Nujiao, Spring Love
The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather.
Poems with dangerous rhymes are completed, and holding one's head up to sober up is not a feeling of leisure. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others.
The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?
Summer quatrains (poetry)
Be a hero in life, and be a hero in death.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Life experience
Li Qingzhao was born into an official family in the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084), Shenzong of the Song Dynasty. His father, Li Gefei, was born as a Jinshi and served as an official in the court. His status was not low. He was a scholar and writer, and he was also a student of Su Dongpo. My mother is also a lady from a famous family and is good at literature. Such a background was very valuable for a woman at that time. The influence of her official family background and political activities gave her a broad vision and noble temperament. The influence of literature and art allowed her to perceive life in a more profound and subtle way and experience beauty. Because there are no photos from that time, we have no way of knowing what she looked like now. But based on the speculation about her background, and referring to the charm revealed in her later poems, it seems that she was born to be a beauty. Li Qingzhao began to receive aesthetic training in traditional Chinese culture almost as soon as he became sensible. Almost at the same time, she was creating, judging others, and studying literary theory. Not only can she enjoy beauty, she can also control it, and she has jumped to a very high starting point, and at this time she is still a girl waiting to be married.
Please read the following three poems:
[Huanxi Sha] The embroidered hibiscus smiles, and the duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks. Only when the eyes are moving can people guess. 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. (Precious duck, hairstyle.)
[Huanxisha] In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow and cotton, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet. (Sinking water, the name of a fragrance; fighting grass, a kind of game.)
[Pointing red lips] Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When the guests come in, the gold hairpin slips out of their socks. He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums. (Keep socks off, no shoes.)
An innocent girl with beautiful hair and fragrant cheeks, a face like a flower and jade, with a newly blossoming love, and a spring heart that is difficult to suppress. She lay in the boudoir, or looked at the curls of agarwood innocently, or got up to write a love letter, and then went to the back garden to fight with her female companion for a while.
It is not surprising in a thousand-year-old feudal society that rich ladies from official families enjoy a comfortable life and receive a certain amount of education. What is surprising is that Li Qingzhao did not first learn writing, become proficient in needlepoint, and then wait to get married as usual. She devoured all her father's books, and the juice of culture made her not only as beautiful as a flower on the outside, but also as graceful as a bamboo on the inside. She has mastered the rhythm of poetry as freely as fighting grass or swinging on a swing. But when it comes to criticizing historical figures, one has a strong sense of confidence and is as grand as a rainbow.
The Anshi Rebellion during the Kaiyuan Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty and its suppression were a major event in Chinese history, and there have been many comments by later generations. The poet Yuan Jie of the Tang Dynasty wrote the famous "Ode to the Zhongxing of the Tang Dynasty" and asked the great calligrapher Yan Zhenqing to inscribe it on the wall, which is known as Shuangjue. Zhang Wenqian, who was at the same time as Li Qingzhao, was one of the "Four Scholars of the Su Sect". He was already famous for his poetry and was considered a big figure. He once wrote a poem about this stele, lamenting: "God sent two sons to pass on the future, and the mountains are ten feet tall." Cangya. Whoever brought this stele into my room made my eyes open when I saw it." This poem was transferred to the boudoir, entered the embroidery room, and reached Li Qingzhao's ears. She immediately sang with a poem: "Fifty years of work is like lightning. Sweep, Huaqing flowers, willows, Xianyang grass.
There are five squares for cockfighting, and no one knows how to grow old in the heaps of wine and meat. Hu soldiers suddenly came from the sky, and they were also traitors and heroes who rebelled against Hu. Hu horses walk in front of the Qinzheng Building, and the fragrant dust is covered with pearls and greenery. He Wei is invincible when he goes to war, and it is said that Li Zhi Duoma will die. The virtues of Yao, Gong, and Shun were as good as heaven, and An used only words to record them. The inscription on the stele is so shabby that it makes gods and ghosts grind the cliffs. "You see, this poem does not look like it was written by a woman in a boudoir. It narrates the scene, comments on merits and demerits, and laments the world's affairs, which would not let the romantic and bold Li Bai and Xin Qiji. Li's father Gefei was surprised when he first saw this poem. This When the poem spread outside, it caused a lot of excitement among the literati. A girl in the Li family was growing up, and the girl Li Qingzhao was quietly enjoying the beautiful aura woven by her pampering and talent.
< p>When Li Qingzhao, filled with all the happiness that a girl in a boudoir can get, fell in love, her wonderful life reached a new level, leaving us a love classic. Her love is not like the Western Romeo. With Juliet, they are not like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in the East. They are not the kind of sweetness that they only enjoy after going through all kinds of difficulties and life and death. Instead, they start at a very high level and fall into the honeypot at the beginning. Standing on the top of the mountain, he lived in the Crystal Palace. His husband, Zhao Mingcheng, was a handsome young man, and they were close friends in literature. Zhao Mingcheng's father was also an official in the court, and what was even more rare was that they were from the same family. In addition to the general literati's interest in poetry, poetry and chess, there is also a more congenial career connection - the study of epigraphy and stone. In the feudal era where free love was not allowed and had to rely on the words of the matchmaker and the wishes of the parents, the two of them could have such a love ending. , is truly a match sent from heaven, one of a kind. Just like Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" left us with the sadness of love, Li Qingzhao left us with the other side of love - the sweetness of love. This love story was written by Li Qingzhao. Affectionate polishing has become the spiritual enjoyment of Chinese people for more than a thousand yearsPlease read this one