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.
Don't die? West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. The voice is slow, searching, cold, sad and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind.
Yan Guo is also the saddest thing, but he is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. Second place, what a sad word.
If the dream is "a plum blossom" and the red lotus root fragrance stays in autumn, you can get rid of the orchid. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
2. The complete works of Li Qingzhao's Ci are like a dream, always remembering the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and not knowing the way back.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.
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 someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
(For the first anonymous word, see Volume I of Nazi Collection of Flowers and Plants.) The cup of Xu Mo in Huanxisha is dark amber, and it should be melted before it becomes drunk, so the wind should be late. 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. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Bodhisattva returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.
The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.
Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. 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. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain.
I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.
I can't bear to dream, and I cry even more (left "affirmation" right half, right "bird"). In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.
Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon.
Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.
Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
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.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
There is a phrase "how much sorrow is deep" in "Die Lian Hua" written by Ouyang Gong, a fairy girl in Linjiang, and I like it very much. Its language is called "courtyard depth" and its sound is old Linjiang Xian.
The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion in the Spring Festival Evening are gaunt and damaging to everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
3. Li Qingzhao's classic poem "Like a Dream" suddenly began to rain last night, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same.
Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. The rain was sparse last night and the night wind was very strong. Although I slept soundly all night, the fish's mouth still lingered.
I tentatively asked the maid in the shutter, and she told me that the begonia flowers were still the same as before. You know what? You know what? Begonia should be lush green leaves and red flowers wither.
Appreciation: This little word is only six sentences and thirty-three words, but it is written in a tortuous and euphemistic way. The poet drinks heavily because he loves flowers, but he "questions" because he knows the gratitude of flowers, and asks questions because he doesn't believe the answer of "confinement". So he turned around step by step and expressed his love for flowers in a swaying way.
"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, so I didn't consume alcohol when I slept deeply." The wind was very strong last night, and it rained in Mao Mao. I drank some wine at night and slept soundly until I woke up in the morning.
From the beginning, the time and environment of the whole word were outlined very clearly. "Sudden wind and rain" describes the characteristics of late spring very aptly. The wind is blowing hard, but the rain is thin. Even if it can make people feel the breath of late spring, you can use four words.
"Sleeping soundly without residual wine" describes the present state of the characters. He just woke up after drinking a little wine and looked lazy. In this state, it is easiest to think of the sudden storm last night, and there are still some worries hidden in my heart, which leads to the following situation. The first sentence is written outdoors and the second sentence is written indoors. The turning point is clever and appropriate, smart and natural.
After a storm, the hero wants to know whether the petals of begonia in the garden are scattered and can't bear to face it, so he asks the "shutter man" carefully. A word "try" expresses the concern of the characters. She doesn't want spring to pass so quickly.
The word "try" vividly depicts the ambivalence that I can't bear to ask but can't help but want to know. Unexpectedly, the "shutter man" said that Haitang remained unchanged, which surprised her. Although she longed for the Chinese flowering crabapple to remain, she knew that the flowers would wither after the storm, so the answer from the "shutter man" gave her an unexpected surprise.
"Haitang Still" answers questions from the back, making its text more readable. The word Que not only expresses the hero's initial thoughts and unexpected feelings after hearing the answer, but also reveals the "shutter man"' s incomprehension of the hero's thoughts and his careless response, which forms a subtle contrast between the hero's delicate euphemism and the "shutter man's careless indifference.
At this point, the words are superimposed into another layer, and the artistic conception opens up another world. "You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "
After all, the protagonist still knows that it is late spring. Besides, last night was a stormy night, and begonia flowers will definitely be different. So, she used two "know not" to correct the reply of "shutter man". The tone of spoken English makes these two "do you know" people feel quite fresh. The phrase "green, fat, red and thin" describes the current situation.
This sentence is the most famous one in the world. Very novel and vivid, seemingly handy, but in fact unique skills. She used the word "green" to refer to the green leaves on the branches, red to refer to the flowers on the branches, fat to replace "more" and thin to replace "less", thus writing a brand-new artistic conception.
As one of Li Qingzhao's masterpieces, this poem is very unique. Euphemism twists and turns, and the artistic conception has a sense of hierarchy. Although there are only six sentences, it has been turned several times and broken from time to time.
As a work that hurts spring, the author doesn't directly write about how flowers wither and how they are sad and melancholy like other poems, but creates an atmosphere of late spring through hearing and vision, which gradually shifts from objective reality to subjective feelings, and can arouse readers' * * * more strongly. Secondly, the author launches the full text through the dialogue between the protagonist and the shutter man.
This way of writing not only makes readers feel like people who hear their voices and see them, but also forms a complete picture in their minds, adding realism, compact writing and large amount of information. At the same time, it also expresses the mood of the characters through words, which is more real.
In addition, the author also embellished the dialogue a little, such as "trying" and "missing", described the emotional turning point of the characters delicately, and described the emotional thoughts of the two characters in comparison. "Like a Dream" often reminds me of the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know my way home when I am intoxicated.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
I often remember playing in the pavilion by the stream until sunset, so drunk that I don't know the way back. Satisfied with fun, I rowed back in the dark and mistakenly rowed into the depths of the lotus.
Scrambling to row, scrambling to row, disturbed the waterfowl all over the beach, and all flew. Appreciation: This is a work recalling old tours.
Describe the author's early experience of boating in the lake and looking for a secluded place. At first I used the word "Changji" to point out the past. Because it is impressive, it will last for a long time.
The word "drunk" is beautiful and unforgettable, and it may not really be as drunk as a fiddler. Through the description of streams, pavilions, lotus flowers, seagulls and herons, Ci presents a vivid and poetic picture.
The constant use of verbs such as "going astray", "struggling" and "frightening" makes the meaning of this word more interesting and colorful. The language of the whole poem is simple and vulgar, and the style is fresh and natural. Although he is an early poet in Yi 'an, he has shown the wind of capable people.
This "Like a Dream" captures the moments in life from all angles, and the protagonist is intoxicated between wine and mountains and rivers. The passage "Fighting for Du Jie" makes us truly feel the eagerness of the protagonist and the eagerness naturally revealed in the situation at that time.
"Starts up a Gull Heron" seems to see the instantaneous scenery of Bai Niao flying in the twilight. The scenery is fresh and charming.
The gloomy twilight contrasts sharply with the white birds, highlighting the spirituality in the three-dimensional space. Boating and birds also set off the tranquility of Xiting's wild interest. This kind of mutual tolerance and natural switching between dynamic and static makes all kinds of disharmony and contradiction spread in different directions in various melodies like a symphony, and finally returns to unity, moving from disharmony to greater harmony.
All this will eventually show an organic whole and a three-dimensional real life scene to readers.
4. What are Li Qingzhao's classic poems, such as speaking slowly and whispering, drinking flowers and cutting plums,
"Drunken Flower Yin" is foggy, the clouds will be sad forever, the spirits will be refreshed, and the golden beast will disappear. 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. Don't die? West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The voice is slow, searching, cold, sad and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Yan Guo is also the saddest thing, but he is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. Second place, what a sad word. well
Cut plums
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I can't eliminate this situation, but I frown, but I care.
5. Li Qingzhao's summer quatrains
Li Qingzhao
Living as an outstanding person,
Death is also a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu,
More important than crossing the river by boat
[Notes]
1. Hero: a hero among the people. Emperor Gaozu once praised the founding heroes Sean, Xiao He and Han Xin as "outstanding figures".
2. Ghost hero: the hero in the ghost. Qu Yuan's national mourning: "When you die, God takes the spirit, and the soul is a ghost."
3. Xiang Yu (232 BC-202 BC): He was born in the late Qin Dynasty (now Suqian, Jiangsu). He led the rebel army to destroy the main force of Qin Jun and became the overlord of Chu. After being defeated by Liu Bang, he broke through to Wujiang (now Hexian County, Anhui Province) and committed suicide.
[Modern Translation]
Living in a crowd like a hero,
Dead should also be a hero among ghosts.
People still miss Xiang Yu,
Because he refused to drag out an ignoble existence and went back to Jiangdong.
[explanation]
This poem clearly puts forward the value orientation of life: people should be heroes in life and make contributions to the country; Even if you die, you have to die for your country and become a hero in ghosts. Patriotic passion, beyond words, was really inspiring. The rulers of the southern song dynasty, regardless of the lives of the people, only care about their own escape; Abandon the rivers and mountains of the Central Plains, but beg to drag out an ignoble existence. Then, the poet remembered Xiang Yu. Xiang Yu broke through to Wujiang River, and the director of Wujiang Pavilion advised him to cross the river quickly, return to Jiangdong and beat the drums again. Xiang Yu felt ashamed to see his elders in Jiangdong, so he turned around and killed hundreds of enemy troops, and then committed suicide. The poet lashed out at the shameless behavior of the rulers in the Southern Song Dynasty, and used the ancient times to satirize the present, which was awe-inspiring. There are only twenty words in the whole poem, and three allusions are used in succession, but it's no harm to pile them up, because they are all the poet's voices. The poems that hit the floor are so generous and vigorous, all written by women, which really makes people overwhelmed.
6. Write one sentence from Li Qingzhao's other words or the following ten sentences in his poems. Please select:
1, Drunk Flower Yin
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
2. Summer quatrains
Live like a hero and die like a ghost.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
3. residual flowers
Flowers bloom and fall without regret, and fate comes and goes like water.
Flowers wither for flowers and flowers fly for flowers.
Flower sorrow is flower tears, and flower tears are broken.
Flowers dance, flowers cry, flowers cry, petals fly.
Flowers bloom for whom to thank, and flowers fall for whom to grieve.
4, Yong Yule Sunset Melting Gold
The sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds meet the wall, where is the person? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know.
Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.
Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu.
Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
5.wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
6, point crimson lips
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks and gold hairpin slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
7, subtract the word magnolia
When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.
8, like a dream
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
9. Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, and the oblique flying treasure duck is lined with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
10, the pride of fishermen
Spring comes in the snow, and cold plums adorn Qiongzhi. The face is half open and half charming, and the court jade person bathes in new makeup.
Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.
7. What are Li Qingzhao's poems? Crimson lips? Huanxisha? Complain Bodhisattva? Good things are near? Qingpingle? Remember Qin E? Paved with happy sand? Wu Lingchun? Drunk flower yin? Nan Gezi? Blame Wang Sun? Quail day? Yulouchun? Konakayama? Linjiangxian? Recently in love? A plum? Fisherman's pride minus magnolia? Swiss partridge? Niannujiao? Changshoule? Xiangzi? Lonely goose? Man Fang Ting? Remember the oral sex on the Phoenix Platform? Slow voice? The Qing dynasty was slow? Harmony music? Dolly Li Qingzhao has many poems. There are three contents as follows: "A Plum Branch" is full of red incense and jade mushrooms, which explains Luo Shang's going to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation.
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart. The voice is slow, searching, cold and clear, sad and painful.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? It's too late in the wind. Yan Guo is also the saddest thing, but he is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, but they are worn out. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence? "A Little Red Lip" kicked off the swing and got up to adjust his 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.
8. The Complete Works of Li Qingzhao's Early Poems 1 "Like a dream, I always remember the sunset in Xiting" Junior high school Song Liqing always remembers the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and unaware of the way home, and returned to the boat at night, lost in the depths of the lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing. 2, "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Forever and ever" Song Liqing shines on the Double Ninth Festival, and the fog and thick clouds last forever.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. East side.
3. "The voice is slow, look for it". Always look for it in Song Liqingzhao's poem in my heart. It's cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three cups and two cups. 4, "Yong Yule Sunset Melts Gold" Lantern Festival Song Liqing shines on the sunset and melts gold, and the clouds are together, where are people?
Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Yuan.
5, "Like a dream, the wind and rain suddenly started last night" graceful words Song Liqingzhao suddenly started the wind and rain last night, sleeping deeply without residual wine, ask the shutter door person, Haitang is still the same. Guess what? You know what?
6. "The fisherman is proud, knowing the spring letter in the snow" describes the plum blossom Song Liqing knowing the spring letter in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with Qiongzhi, and the fragrant face is half open. In court, the jade man bathed. 7. "A touch of crimson lips, swinging [1]" Song Liqingzhao swung, got up and adjusted her delicate hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing a guest come in, the socks are golden.
8, "A touch of crimson lips lonely boudoir" in my heart forever's poem Song Liqing Zhao lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow. Xichun.
When will it rain? I leaned over and there was nothing.
9, "butterfly lovers, tears wet Luo Yi powder full" graceful poem Song Liqing trillion tears wet Luo Yi powder full. "Four Folds at Yangguan", sung all over Qian Qian.
The humanities mountain is long, and the water is broken. There is a slight rustle of rain.
10 Dead Hua Lian Li Qing describes the warm rain, sunny weather and the beginning of freezing in spring. Liu Yanmei's cheeks have already felt the heart of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt into powder flowers.
1 1, "Huanxisha" Cold Food Festival Song Liqingzhao is indifferent to the cold spring, the jade stove is full of smoke, and the dream is back to the mountain pillow. Haiyan will mow grass in the future
12, "Huanxisha" Song Liqing Zhao spring bun is more loose, the wind falls in the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are light and sparse in the middle of the month, and the jade ducks are leisurely and refreshing.
9. In Li Qingzhao's early poems, Li Qingzhao's ci can be divided into two periods before and after the southern crossing. When people study her ci, they pay more attention to the later creation, but ignore the earlier period. In the early stage, her words were lively, good at describing natural scenery, reflecting love life and singing feelings of parting.
After crossing the south, she experienced the pain of national destruction and displacement, and her life vision was expanded. Most of her poems reflect nostalgia or personal life experience, and her concern for the future of the country and the destiny of the nation is also revealed from time to time. Its too bitter and sad mood is the artistic embodiment of the suffering of that era and home country in the lyrics.
According to this score, you can find it yourself, and I will divide it myself-# If you want to do your homework, there are a few songs that can't be wrong. I will write them as dreams for you (always remember the sunset in Xiting), hate the prince and grandson (the wind is mighty on the lake), the pride of the fisherman (knowing the spring in the snow) and the lips of Diancrimson (kicking the swing).
10. Li Qingzhao has several poems (49 poems), like a dream, like a dream, like a little red lip, like a little red lip. Huanxisha Huanxisha Huanxisha Bodhisattva complained about good things. Qingping Leyi Qin E broke the Huanxi sand stall, adding words about Huanxi sand, picking mulberry seeds, Wuling Chun, Zuihua and Yin Nan Gezi to blame Wang Sun. The fisherman in Jiangxian County is proud of his [bad belt]. He is charming, fragrant, lonely, wild, full of flowers, full of flowers, and the flute on the phoenix stage plays slowly, celebrating the Qing Dynasty and slowly chanting Nuwa, living a long life, and reducing the words Magnolia, Partridge Fall/Gushi/Li Qingzhao. htm You can see the complete works of Li Qingzhao's words (40
She is famous for her poems, essays and ci, and enjoys a high reputation in the history of China literature. Li Qingzhao was born in a scholar-bureaucrat family who loved literature and art. After she married Zhao Mingcheng, an overseas student from Taiwan Province, she studied epigraphy and calligraphy together and lived a happy life. After the change of Jingkang, she and Zhao Mingcheng lost most of their treasures to avoid the chaos in the south of the Yangtze River.
Later, Zhao Mingcheng died of illness, and she wandered alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou and Jinhua, and spent her old age in misery and loneliness. She has made great achievements in poetry, ci, prose and fu, but ci is the most outstanding and famous one.
In his early years, he wrote On Ci, which advocated that "Ci is not one". Pay attention to the characteristics of rhythm, narration and emotion, and criticize the shortcomings of ci writers from Liu Yong and Su Shi to Qin Guan and Huang Tingjian.
The most talented woman, born in a famous family, never forgets anything when she was young, speaks amazingly and reads widely. Qilu's magnificent mountains and rivers contain the creative spirituality of Qingzhao, and she became famous in her girlhood.
After marriage, Qingzhao and her husband fell in love and were inseparable. "A husband is like a good friend." 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.
Later, the Jin people moved south, and the Southern Song Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was full of blood, but he died before he could conquer it. What a pity.
Witnessing the country's ruin and death, Qing Zhao is "indomitable despite suffering and poverty." In her later years of "searching and looking on coldly", she made great efforts to compile "The Story of the Stone" and completed her husband's unfinished business. Zhao Qing's words are wonderful, unique, unprecedented and unprecedented. He is honored as the natural and graceful founder and a monument in the history of spiritual civilization in China.
Li Qingzhao's ci can be divided into two periods, one before Du Nan and the other after. Early ci mainly described the theme of hurting spring resentment and boudoir life, which showed the sentimental personality of female ci writers.