A pair of gold-lacquered dragon and phoenix candles are inserted into the slender beauty candle slave, and its flames dance happily. Two octagonal gauze red palace lanterns with golden tassels hung in the middle of the room, making the walls of the bridal chamber red. The newlyweds sat quietly in front of the dressing table. The big red embroidered hijab separated her from everything around her. There was only a mysterious red haze in front of her eyes. The bride's name is Li Qingzhao, the daughter of Li, the Minister of Etiquette. As a wife, she couldn't help but think that eighteen years of quiet boudoir life had passed. Even at the age of sitting on my father's lap, hundreds of ancient poems are catchy. When she was a girl, she wrote books, unfolded scrolls, and memorized poems, which was even more elegant. She is growing up day by day. In addition to her graceful charm, she also has a sincere and simple bookish spirit. She learned this book from Wang Xianzhi's copybook and wrote it in beautiful small regular characters with iron hooks and silver hooks; she loved Wang Wei's two major painting schools, namely the magnificent ink paintings, and often studied Zhu and wrote Some feathers and flowers. She knows the melody and learned to play the piano as early as her childhood; her father often lamented to her mother, "If I, Qing'er, were a man, it would be easier to pick celery into the pot than to search for things!" Now she will become the Minister of Staff. The daughter-in-law of Zhao Tingzhi and the wife of young college student Zhao Mingcheng. She couldn't help but feel it. It was winter, and a maid specially brought a plum blossom, bowed to heaven and earth, and had a drink. She and Zhao Mingcheng entered the bridal chamber. Zhao Mingcheng likes epigraphy very much. In addition to studying classics, he often deliberately searches for Yi utensils, calligraphy and paintings. A year after the dazzling marriage, Li Qingzhao became interested in epigraphy and helped her husband with research and identification. The relationship between husband and wife is getting deeper and deeper. Zhao Mingcheng is studying in college and can only take leave every month, hoping to come back so that he can avoid being in Bianjing. Li Qingzhao felt that it was still a half-month party, which could also be regarded as the annual Chinese Valentine's Day. It's the Lantern Festival, and it's also the day when Zhao Mingcheng returns home. Zhao Mingcheng had just sat down in the study when the maid came to report that a young man from university asked to see him. The young master walked into the study and saw that he was wearing an embroidered Confucian scarf, a lake-colored cotton robe, and pink-soled satin boots. He has clear eyes and graceful demeanor. Zhao Mingcheng sat up quickly and asked your name. The scholar acted smartly, bowed back, and replied: "My brother and I have always been classmates. It's been half a month, why is my brother so forgetful?" Zhao Mingcheng woke up, laughed unconsciously, and grabbed his wife who was disguised as a man. After lunch, Li Qingzhao, dressed in men's clothing, took his maid and followed Zhao Mingcheng through the streets and alleys to Suoguo Temple in the city center. After visiting Suoguo Temple, he stumbled into a snack bar in the inner hall of the outer kitchen. Zhao Mingcheng picked some snacks that ordinary people were used to eating but that Li Qingzhao had never seen before, and let Li Qingzhao taste a little. Then he bought some small clay figurines and other toys and put them on the wandering artist's load. Li Qingzhao, who came from a good background, took to the streets for the first time. Naturally, she was very novel and very happy. The years pass carelessly. Unexpectedly and Li were both dismissed from office for offending the powerful minister Cai Jing. In the tortuous political struggle, Zhao's father died, and his family was destroyed. Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao left Bianjing and returned to Qingzhou, Zhao Mingcheng's hometown. Zhao Mingcheng has an indifferent temperament, and after living in the village, he devoted himself to the study of epigraphy, calligraphy, and painting. In addition to food and clothing, almost all of his family's original savings were used to search for ancient calligraphy and paintings. A few years ago, when Zhao Mingcheng first became an official, he said to Li Qingzhao: "I would rather have simple food, vegetables and clothes, but I would rather be in a poor country, and it is best to use the ancient Chinese characters in the world." Li Qingzhao understood deeply. The husband's interests were compared to Du Yu's "Zuo Zhuan" addiction and Wang Wei's "Calligraphy and Painting" addiction. Li Qingzhao tried every means to reduce military expenditure
One day, Zhao Mingcheng said: "I just like your 'honeymoon period', 'a shirt stained with a good mood', 'pear blossoms'" Sentences like "Thank you for being banned" seem careless, but I thought hard but couldn't remember it. If I couldn't say it deliberately, it would be self-defeating. "Li Qingzhao said: "In the beginning of my childhood, I often heard from my father. Said, "You can't write without sincerity. And there are many people in Jin who can write very well, such as Liu Lian's "Ode to Wine" and Tao Yuanming's "Returning". The characters are like livers and lungs, so they are better than Jin people. , sincerely. On a day with bleak autumn wind and fragrant laurel trees, Zhao Mingcheng received a letter from his friend Liu Ba, asking him to go to Mount Tai. Li Qingzhao could not accompany him to Mount Tai, so he helped Zhang Feng pack his luggage and prepare food for his husband's farewell party. , and wrote a brocade handkerchief on the table to see off Zhao Mingcheng. "Qingjie Luo Shang, monopolize Lanzhou." There was no getting rid of the feeling, so I just frowned, but it was in the back of my mind.
"After Zhao Mingcheng read this word, his thoughts about climbing Mount Tai and visiting historical sites were reduced by half. Although people are getting further and further away from home, their hearts are getting closer and closer. My body has not yet reached Mount Tai, but my mind is already thinking about my return date. I have already He had been married to Zhao Qingzhao for twenty-six years. In the past twenty-six years, the political situation had been undergoing rapid changes and turmoil. In addition to being an artistically talented emperor, Song Huizong was also good at calligraphy and writing. He likes painting, music, dancing, drinking and beauty. Spiritual luxury must be backed by material luxury, so Cai Jing specially sent people to collect famous flowers, strange stones, beautiful trees and rare things from all over the country, and transported them to Kyoto for him. Appreciation. These boats and boats that transport flowers, stones, and trees are called "flower and stone ships." Wherever "Hua Steel" went, migrant workers gathered and all their money and goods were sold. "Huizong also built a "Mingtang" for worship in the capital, which contained Jiucheng Palace with Jiuding and Yanfu Palace for sightseeing. It was extremely luxurious and provoked uprisings in various places. The Jin army went south, the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed, and the Song Dynasty went south. Zhao Becoming the first emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Mingcheng was named the prefect of Jiangning by the court in the third year of Jian'an. The couple decided to stay in Hongzhou by boat and talked about the rise and fall of the country. Li Qingzhao said: "The emperor of China has been a hero since ancient times. many. Let’s talk about our Song Dynasty. There have been many loyal and brave people in recent years! Li Gang and Li Shuxiang served as civil servants and military attachés, and were ordered to do so in danger; Zongze stayed to guard Chengwei alone, and shouted to cross the river when he was dying; take the young student Chen Dong as an example. He went to the country as a scholar, wrote several letters, and was finally beheaded by the court. The heart is full of passion and the spirit will last forever. " Zhao Mingcheng continued, "In ancient Shu, when the emperor wanted to abdicate, he missed his homeland day and night, which became a bloody rule. Now, both emperors are in the dust and China is in turmoil. Who will miss our precarious motherland? "The fleet has entered the state border. Li Qingzhao pointed to a current on the west side of the north bank and said to Zhao Mingcheng: "That is the Wujiang River where the overlord committed suicide! What you said just now is very good. I hope that the emperor's longing for his homeland will turn into rule and blood and tears. Even the cuckoo running all over the mountain has become his blood! The overlord of Chu defeated the enemy and had no shame to see Jiangdong's elders. He would rather die to thank the world. They are much more upright than those who abandon everyone in the world and live in seclusion in a corner! " At this point, I couldn't help but beat the mast of the ship and chanted loudly: " He is a hero in life and a ghost hero in death; Xiang Yu has refused to cross Jiangdong so far! In the same year, Zhao Mingcheng, who went to recuperate, died in the prefecture shortly after taking office. Li Qingzhao hurriedly took care of himself and buried Zhao Mingcheng. Finally,
Another five years have passed. Li Qingzhao traveled around the world with the couple's remaining paintings, inscriptions, inscriptions and some of Zhao Mingcheng's manuscripts, including Yuezhou, Taizhou, Wenzhou, Quzhou and finally Hangzhou. Two more years passed, and the last day was the Lantern Festival. There is the sound of flutes in the yard next door, mixed with lotus songs and Jiangnan fishermen's songs. Li Qingzhao opened the door curtain and walked into the room. He saw a few plum blossoms inserted sideways in an ancient vase, and the brazier on the ground was burning brightly. These things suddenly reminded Li Qingzhao of the wedding night more than thirty years ago, which was also full of red charcoal fire and fragrant plum blossoms. The neighbor's flute stopped, and some girls were joking. Li Qingzhao came to the window and looked over there. I saw three or four girls aged sixteen or seventeen, with beaded hair, small courtyard walls and red makeup, standing in Can Xue's yard, preparing to look at Shangyuan's lanterns. More than 30 years ago, on the streets of Bianjing, Zhongzhou, at her age, she put on men's clothes and went out at night with her husband. Li Qingzhao was stunned. Li Qingzhao turned around, silently took down Zhao Mingcheng's manuscript from the bookshelf, put it on the desk, caressed Zhao Mingcheng's manuscript, which she had transcribed from her own supplement, closed her eyes, and shed two lines of tears. In the distance of the city, there was the faint sound of firecrackers and the laughter of children. The night is already very deep. Li Qingzhao took out a piece of plain paper, meditated and recited repeatedly, and wrote: "One Cut of Plum Blossoms" "The sunset melts gold, the sunset glow is close to the wall, where are the people. The willow smoke is thick, and the plum flute is bitter. How much do you know about spring water? The Lantern Festival is Isn't there no wind and rain, harmonious weather and the second time? Come and greet me, sweet car and BMW, thanks to his wine and poetry. In the heyday, the boudoir is full of leisure and relaxation, remember to focus on the three-five. , twisted golden willows, with plum blossoms. It’s green now, it’s windy and foggy, and I don’t dare to go out at night. It’s better to kneel down and listen to people laugh. “The autumn wind is blowing, the autumn rain is lingering, and it’s August again. After several years of hard work, Li Qingzhao collated and transcribed the manuscript of Zhao Mingcheng's "Research on Epigraphy" and made some additions. The full text is transcribed in "Jingxuan Gongjie" and is completely completed. This afternoon, Li Qingzhao personally wrote on the plain silk cover: "Yong Yue Yue Yuan Xiao", written by Song Mi Ge, Zhihu Huzhou, and Wu Dong Zhao Mingcheng.
After finishing writing, ask the maid to prepare wine and food. The Four Treasures of the Study will prepare them and place them next to the chrysanthemum bed in the yard. Li Qingzhao put on his coat, pressed the plain paper with a paperweight, picked up the wine glass, and suddenly remembered the past. She took three glasses of wine, poured it on the ground, and said: "Mingcheng, our couple's stone calligraphy and painting business has been bleak for decades. It was first destroyed by the war and then by bandits. Now there is not much left. In the future, if I live one day, I will be with you. Don't worry about these paintings and calligraphy. Maybe those destroyed paintings and calligraphy are because you got to know them in the dark, cherished them, and refused to let them stay in the world! If so, I will feel at ease." Then I replied. Wu wrote "Inscriptions on Stone", and she finally wrote: "Oh! From Yu Shaolu's second year of writing, to the second year of knowing his mistakes, there are thirty-four years of worry and gain. But, there must be, there must be It's a matter of course. When people die, they will find their own place, and they will die!" After writing this postscript, it was already dusk, and she was leaning by the window alone, when she suddenly saw a group of returning geese flying across the sky: a lone wild goose, far away. Far behind. After a while, it started drizzling again, and infinite loneliness, sadness, pain, and depression flooded into her heart. She hurried to the case and wrote: "Looking for it, it's desolate and miserable." It's the hardest time to rest when it's warm but then cold. How could a few glasses of light wine possibly defeat him? The wind was too late. The sad Ye Yan is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers pile up all over the ground, looking haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? You can't just look at a window and get dark. Drizzle in the parasol trees, dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad sentence! The poem "It's impossible to know w
" reflects her concern for the country and the people.