If I were to use six words to describe Li Qingzhao, of course it would be the phrase "miserable and miserable".
We are both women. In the ancient society where "a woman's lack of talent is a virtue", a woman like Li Qingzhao is an anomaly. Only Li Yu can match her achievements in poetry, which is even more rare. What's amazing is that she is a weak woman, but she has the heroic spirit of a woman. When her country is ruined and her family is in ruins, facing the cowardly and incompetent court who dares not resist, she makes a sonorous voice: "Be a hero in life, and be a hero in death." "Gui Xiong."
She calls for heroes like Xiang Yu, but in the era when "business women did not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, they still sang the flowers in the backyard across the river", when "the warm wind made the tourists drunk, making Hangzhou a In the era of "Bianzhou", where were heroes like Xiang Yu? The declining Northern Song Dynasty government was blindly evading and dragging its feet. The whole country was drunk now and worried tomorrow.
So, when he was young, he lived in Hangzhou and lived a life of being skinnier than a yellow flower.
She was once an innocent girl, leaning against the door and looking back, sniffing the green plums. She was naughty and clever, just like a flying swallow, living a carefree life.
Born to be different from other girls, other girls, be they Xiaojiabiyu or everyone’s ladies, quietly stay in the boudoir, embroidering women’s red with all their heart. But she is like a boy who runs out all day, runs to busy streets, runs to places with mountains and rivers, and looks at every plant, tree, and brick in this world with curious eyes and curious heart. .
When she was seventeen years old, she went to a place with beautiful scenery and forgot to go home. So she felt something and a piece of "Ru Meng Ling" shook like a pearl on the jade plate: " I often remember that at dusk in the creek pavilion, I returned to the boat late after my excitement, and stumbled into the depths of the lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, I was startled by a pool of gulls."
Presumably, the current woman. Most children probably have the same sentiments as Li Qingzhao.
A scholarly family that even men envy. The Li family has been officials for generations. His father, Li Gefei, was a Jinshi. He was a great talent and scholar at that time. Even Su Shi admired him. He was an official and a member of the Ministry of Rites. , had close contacts with the four Sumen scholars Huang Tingjian, Zhang Wenqian, Chen Shidao and Chao Buzhi. Mother Wang is the granddaughter of the number one scholar Wang Gongchen. She is dignified and virtuous, well-informed and well-educated in literature. Born in such a family, it was difficult for Li Qingzhao not to want to be a writer.
She is still a yellow-haired girl who is not familiar with the world. She has already mastered three hundred Tang poems. She has no sorrow in the flower season. She has spoken lotus flowers and written thousands of words. She copied Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion", and the elegant and clean regular script came easily; she loved Wang Wei's landscape paintings, and often studied ink and graffiti, and the landscapes of flowers and birds had a unique interest. She has musical talent and was able to play the piano at the age of six. She played Cai Wenji's "Eighteen Beats of Hujia", which made everyone present cry. How could such a talented woman who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting not be as good as her father in finding the treasure? So her father couldn't help but sigh: "If my Qing'er were a man, picking celery from the pan would not be as easy as picking things out of a bag!" ”
But Li Qingzhao is Li Qingzhao. She is an extremely independent woman. She doesn’t want to be a man.
At the age of eighteen, her love came.
The gold-painted dragon and phoenix wedding candles, the octagonal gauze red palace lanterns with golden tassels, the red hijab was slowly lifted by the beloved. It was winter, and a maid specially sent a plum blossom to pay my respects. Heaven and earth, after drinking a glass of wine, she and the groom entered the bridal chamber.
The groom's name is Zhao Mingcheng, the son of the then prime minister Zhao Tingzhi, from the same famous family. He and she were childhood sweethearts and well-matched. In terms of talent, appearance, and family background, he and she were truly a match made in heaven.
Marriage is not necessarily the grave of love. Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng’s married life is quite happy. The key depends on whether two people are in tune with each other and have similar habits. Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng, a young couple, can be regarded as role models in this regard. Both of them love poetry and often exchange poems with each other. Zhao Mingcheng, as her husband, was not jealous of Li Qingzhao's talent, but was rather happy.
Sometimes he was arrogant and unwilling to be inferior to his wife in terms of talent, so he selected a few poems he had written, mixed them with Li Qingzhao's poems, and then showed them to his friend Lu Defu for criticism.
Lu Defu played with it over and over again and said that it was all good. Zhao Mingcheng insisted that he choose the best one, and he said: "There are only three lines that are excellent." Zhao Mingcheng asked which three lines they were, and he replied: "There is no way to be in ecstasy, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "
This poem titled "Drunk Flower Yin" is a lovesick work written by Li Qingzhao to Zhao Mingcheng, who was an official outside. The loneliness of the autumn lady and the longing and melancholy of the lady are vividly written on the paper.
At this point, Zhao Mingcheng became more and more impressed by his wife's talent.
At that time, he was still studying in Taixue and could not stay with her for a long time. He could only go home once a month to meet her, so they regarded their half-monthly reunion as the annual Chinese Valentine's Day. Be as romantic as possible.
During the Lantern Festival that year, he was eager to return home. When he arrived at his familiar home, he didn't see her missing him day and night. In confusion, a maid came to report that a young master was visiting. He walked out of the study to greet his guests. Qingzhao disguised herself as a man and came to him gracefully. He was so surprised that he seemed to have seen this young man before, with his delicate features and delicate features, but he couldn't remember it. At this time, the young master spoke, and his voice was as gentle as jade: "Young master Zhao, don't you remember me? We were classmates for three years..." After saying that, he smiled, and this smile appeared He suddenly realized that the so-called young master standing in front of him was Li Qingzhao, who was disguised as a man.
Later, he took her hand and came to the lively street, admiring the lanterns and tasting delicious food. They were still intoxicated until the crowd dispersed.
He is a collector, and his interest in antique calligraphy and painting is no less than her interest in poetry.
She understood him and under his influence also developed a keen interest in collecting.
Collecting is a game played by the rich. When Zhao Mingcheng first became an official, his family was not wealthy, but for the sake of antiques, he would rather "eat vegetables, clothes and bamboo slips, and be poor in an extremely remote area, and read all the ancient texts in the world" Strange word".
She admired his ambition, so she replaced the pearl and Cuiyu with a Jingchai cloth skirt.
Every time they get a rare ancient book, famous painting or Yi tripod gold stone, they collate, appreciate, sign the whole collection together, point out flaws, and have fun.
One day, he accidentally saw an authentic painting by Wang Xizhi. He couldn't put it down and bought it with one month's salary.
He gave it to her as a gift because she loved Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, and she was ecstatic.
Another day, someone caught his fancy and brought the "Peony Picture" painted by Xu Xi. The couple carefully identified it and determined that it was genuine, but because the price was too high, they plundered all the valuables in the house. She took off all the jewelry she was wearing, took it to the pawn shop, and exchanged it for silver. Finally, she was able to buy " "Peony Picture" bought.
Looking at her naked face, he was deeply moved.
The research on antiques has reached the level of proficiency, so she said to him: "Why don't we write a book on the research on antiques."
This is what he meant , so they hit it off immediately, and she asked again, what would be a good name for this book?
He pondered for a moment and decided to call it "The Record of Gold and Stone".
Perhaps Li Qingzhao’s previous life was too beautiful, and God was jealous, so God gave her a bleak ending of "the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed".
Just when the couple was immersed in writing "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone", the "Jingkang Disgrace" happened.
An emperor like Weizong of the Song Dynasty, like Li Yu, did not care about the country. He loved beauties and fine wine. He was also a talented artist. He was born into an emperor's family by mistake. He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was very fond of antiques. The hobby of calligraphy and painting is similar to that of Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng.
He specially sent people to collect famous flowers, strange stones, fine trees, and treasures from all over the country and transported them to Kyoto for him to enjoy. The vehicles and ships that transport these flowers, stones and trees are called "Huashi Gang".
The place where "Huashi Gang" passed was the same as when Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty took a luxury cruise ship south to Yangzhou, and all the money was gone. Also built in the capital was the "Mingtang" for sacrifices, the "Jiucheng Palace" for placing the Jiuding, and the "Yanfu Palace" for sightseeing.
Material extravagance finally led to the weakening of national power and civil unrest. The Jin army took the opportunity to go south and wiped out the Northern Song Dynasty with the force of autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Zhao Gou got a big deal and led his Song royal family to flee to the south of the Yangtze River, separated by a natural chasm across the Yangtze River. So he felt relieved. In Hangzhou, Zhao Gou became emperor and named the country "Jianyan".
The whole country was fleeing, and Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng had to flee with them.
But they are different from ordinary fleeing people who just roll up a package and run away. They also have too many things to take with them. These things are antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and books. Antique calligraphy and paintings are different from ordinary objects. They are easily damaged and cannot withstand the pain of displacement. At the critical moment, Li Qingzhao left behind the books for their collective efforts and the antique calligraphy and paintings they had spent half a lifetime collecting. This was undoubtedly a heartbreaking loss for her who was addicted to books.
While escaping, a fatal blow struck this weak woman. The person she loved most, Zhao Mingcheng, fell ill and died in Nanjing.
In the past, I had only lamented the sorrow of the country and family in other people's poems, but I never expected that such an experience would happen to me. It came so suddenly and so violently, a person who had never experienced it before. How can a frustrated woman bear it? For Li Qingzhao, the most painful thing in the world is this. She could lose anyone, but she couldn't lose Zhao Mingcheng. He said that he would stay with her until old age, and he was everything to her. She cried all her tears, but Zhao Mingcheng didn't wake up from crying.
For a moment, she wanted to follow Zhao Mingcheng, but she survived. This weak woman was not weak.
Just because of Zhao Mingcheng’s unfulfilled last wish, the "Inscriptions on Stone" was only half written.
She made up her mind to finish it, make it into a book, and then burn it to him in front of his grave.
So, she fled to Hangzhou, living alone in a dilapidated courtyard by the West Lake, and devoted herself to the creation of "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone".
Eight years later, "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone" was finally completed. On this afternoon, the autumn wind and autumn rain made me sad. Li Qingzhao carefully wrote in regular script on the plain silk cover:
"Inscriptions on Gold and Stone" (30 volumes)
The Secret Pavilion of the Song Dynasty edited Written by Zhao Mingcheng of Dongwu, Knowing Huzhou Affairs.
After finishing writing, she was a little tired and wanted to take a nap on the bed. But as soon as she lay down, the past came to mind. The more she wanted to fall asleep, the more she couldn't sleep, so she might as well not sleep at all. So she put on her clothes and got out of bed, poured a glass of wine, and wanted to warm herself up.
In this season when it is warm but still cold, how can a woman not be dissatisfied and depressed while drinking alone. If it were in the past, she would definitely have a drink with Zhao Mingcheng. Those beautiful years, why were they so short?
Looking up, she accidentally saw a lone goose flying south. Its wail pierced the sky, and this wail also reached the softest corner of her heart. Isn’t this lone goose none other than herself? ? As a result, the sadness in my heart was pulled out bit by bit, stretching longer and longer.
Looking down, I saw yellow leaves falling all over the ground. Are they the fallen chrysanthemums? In the yard, two sycamore trees looked like a couple in need, but she, the fallen flower, was independent.
Why does time take so long? It was hard to wait until dusk, but it started to rain again. Where could I vent my endless sadness?
So she took pen and ink and wrote "Slow Voice" word for word:
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for 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 yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. 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 it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
This time, how can you say "sorrow"?
In another ten years, Li Qingzhao, such a unique and independent talented woman, died alone.