1. Poems about Li Qingzhao’s life
2. Poems about Li Qingzhao’s life
Poems about Li Qingzhao’s life 1. Poems about Li Qingzhao’s life
Huanxi Sand
The cup of Mo Xu is deep and thick with amber. It melts before becoming intoxicated. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
Huanxi Sand
The spring is deep 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 Yaoqin 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 wither.
Huanxi Sand
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 will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sand
The bun hurts the spring, and the comb is more relaxed. The evening breeze is in the courtyard and the plum blossoms are falling. The light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse.
The jade duck smokes the stove and the brain is leisurely. , the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sand
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leans against the precious duck and kisses its fragrant cheeks, and its eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.
2. Poems from Li Qingzhao’s later life (no summer quatrains)
Like Meng Ling
Last night it was rainy and windy, and the remaining wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Pink lips
Lonely in the boudoir, every inch of my heart is filled with 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.
Color your 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, my socks and gold hairpin slip away, and I leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniffed the green plums.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse bells have already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
Huanxi Sha
The spring has 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 mountain, it is getting 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. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain.
In the future, petrels will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sand
The bun hurts the mood of spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard. The light clouds are coming and going, and the moon is sparse.
The jade duck incense burner is leisurely and auspicious. , the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sand
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss its fragrant cheeks, and its eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.
Telling the truth
At night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branch. 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. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
The 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 prompts the dawn, 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 setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. I remember 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.
Qingpingle
Every year in the snow, I often insert plum blossoms to make me 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 be difficult to see.
Recalling Qin E
Lingao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return home, and the horns are heard in the dusk.
The broken incense lingers with evil feelings, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen,
The autumn colors are still there, and the loneliness is still there.
Tim the word picking mulberry seeds
Who planted the banana tree 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.
The midnight rain falls on my sad pillow, and every drop of rain drops; every drop of rain and rain, brings sadness to the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it!
Break up 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.
Why is it so vulgar to have plum blossoms with many 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
My hair is swollen when I am sick, I lie down and look at 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 people all day long.
Wulingchun
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. 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 quite 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.
Drunk Flower Yin
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow gauze cabinet is 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 to lose one's soul,
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. Liang Sheng's pillow mat is stained with tears.
He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What's the night like?"
The green lotus leaves are small and the golden lotus leaves are sparse. The weather and clothes of the old days are the same,
Only the feelings are different, the old home days!
3. Ask for a poem about Li Qingzhao’s happy life in the past
Li Qingzhao’s "Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset"
Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset The sunset in the pavilion·Li Qingzhao
I often remember that the sunset in the pavilion by the creek is so intoxicated that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
Translation
I often remember playing at the pavilion by the stream until the sun went down, getting so drunk that I didn’t know the way back. With my pleasure satisfied, I rowed back in the dark and accidentally paddled deep into the lotus. They scrambled to paddle, scrambled to paddle, and frightened the waterfowl all over the beach, and they all flew up.
Appreciation 1
There are two existing poems in Li Qingzhao's "Ru Meng Ling", both of which record travel and appreciation, and both describe drunkenness, beautiful flowers, freshness and uniqueness. This song "Like a Dream" expresses the taste and mood of her early life in Li Qingzhao's unique way. It has a beautiful and pleasant state of mind and gives people enough beauty to enjoy in its short size.
The two sentences "Chang Ji" start with plain writing, natural and harmonious, and naturally lead readers to the realm of words created by her. "Changji" clearly stated that the location was "Xiting" and the time was "Sunset". After the banquet, the author was so drunk that he could not even identify the path back. The word "indulged" reveals the joy in the author's heart, and "no way back" also conveys the author's lingering feelings. It seems that this was a very pleasant trip that left a deep impression on the author. Sure enough, the following two sentences of "the excitement is over" take this kind of interest to a higher level. Only when the excitement is over can we return to the boat. So, what about the excitement before it is over? It just shows that you are very interested and don't want to return to the boat. The sentence "Wandering in by mistake" is written smoothly and naturally without any trace of intrusion. It echoes the previous sentence "I don't know the way back" and shows the protagonist's forgetful mentality. There is a small boat among the blooming lotus flowers. On the boat are young talented girls who have not finished their fun. Such a beautiful scenery suddenly jumps up and is ready to be seen. Two "fights" in a row express the protagonist's anxiety to find a way out of the lost state. It was precisely because of the "fight for crossing" that a group of gulls and herons arose again, scaring away all the waterfowl perched on Zhouzhu. At this point, the words stop abruptly, and the words are exhausted but the meaning is not exhausted, which is thought-provoking.
This poem uses concise words, only selects a few fragments, blends the moving scenery with the author's happy mood, and writes about the good mood of the author's youth, which makes people unable to help but I want to go boating with her among the lotuses and get so drunk that I never return. As the saying goes, "Youthful feelings come naturally." This poem is not refined and full of natural beauty.
Appreciation 2
This poem is titled "Jiu Xing" in "Selected Poems of Hua'an" written by Huang Sheng of the Southern Song Dynasty.
The lyrics seem to be written to recall a pleasant outing. The poet ordered the boat to prepare wine and swim in the clear stream. He was so deep that he did not know the sunset. In the deep dusk, returning to the boat, I mistakenly entered Hengtang in Qugang, deep in the lotus flowers. This is a fragrant, colorful, quiet and mysterious world. It brings great surprise and deep intoxication to the poet.
The fragrance of flowers and wine temporarily freed the poet from the shackles of being a noble lady in feudal society, revealing her cheerful, lively, curious, and competitive nature as a girl. So there was a fight for crossing. When the boat sailed through the lotus flowers and watched the gulls and herons flying from Huating Yupu, she felt a strong vitality of life. This vitality overflows from the short rhythm and loud rhymes of the words.
This poem was mistakenly written as a poem by Su Shi in Yang Jin's "Cao Tang Shi Yu", as a poem by Anonymous in "Ci Lin Wan Xuan", and as a poem by Lu Dongbin in "Gu and Jin Ci Huan" and "Tang Ci Ji". From the number of "mistakes", it can also be seen that the looseness of this word has exceeded the scope of "lady's words", so some people included it under the name of a male author. However, Huang Sheng of the Southern Song Dynasty's "Selected Poems of Hua'an" and Zeng Zhen's "Yuefu Yaci" both regarded it as Li Qingzhao's poem, so it should be credible.
4. Li Qingzhao’s poems after marriage
Betting on books makes the fragrance of tea splash away
The poet here borrows Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao’s couple’s “Betting on books and splashing tea” "Allusions.
Li Qingzhao recounted in her article "Afterword to "The Records of Gold and Stone" that she and her husband gambled on books when they were sequestered in the countryside after their marriage. The article said: "I occasionally remember that after every meal, I would sit in the Return Hall and cook tea, which refers to the accumulation of books and history. , talking about something in a certain book, a certain volume, a certain page, a certain line, whether it is correct or not, the winner is the order of drinking tea. After raising the cup and laughing, the tea fell into my arms, but I couldn't drink it. Get up. I am willing to stay in my hometown forever!" This is a good story in the history of literature, full of interest. The sentence "I'm willing to stay in my hometown forever" describes their loving life as a married couple who live in peace and contentment.
Huanxisha
Nalan Rongruo
Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone
The rustling yellow leaves close the sparse windows
Meditating on the past and setting off the setting sun
Don’t be frightened by wine and fall asleep in the spring
Gambling on books will dissipate the fragrance of tea
At that time, it was just ordinary
< p>Li Qingzhao's poems about life 1. About Li Qingzhao's poems about lifeHuanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and rich in amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse bells have to respond to the late wind .
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
Huanxi Sand
The spring is deep 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 Yaoqin 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 wither.
Huanxi Sand
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 will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sand
The bun hurts the spring, and the comb is more relaxed. The evening breeze is in the courtyard and the plum blossoms are falling. The light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse.
The jade duck smokes the stove and the brain is leisurely. , the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sand
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leans against the precious duck and kisses its fragrant cheeks, and its eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.
2. Poems from Li Qingzhao’s later life (no summer quatrains)
Like Meng Ling
Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was fierce, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Pink lips
Lonely in the boudoir, every inch of my heart is filled with 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.
Color your 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, my socks and gold hairpin slip away, and I leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniffed the green plums.
Huanxi Sand
The cup of Mo Xu is deep and thick with amber, which melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
Huanxi Sha
The spring has 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 mountain, it is getting 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. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain.
In the future, petrels will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sand
The bun is too late for spring, the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard, the light clouds are coming and going, and the moon is sparse. , the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sand
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss its fragrant cheeks, and its eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.
Telling the truth
At night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branch. 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. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
The 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 prompts the dawn, 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 setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. I remember 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.
Qingpingle
Every year in the snow, I often insert plum blossoms to make me 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 be difficult to see.
Recalling Qin E
Lingao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin, the crows return home, and the horns are heard in the dusk.
The broken incense lingers with evil feelings, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen,
The autumn colors are still there, and the loneliness is still there.
Tim the word picking mulberry seeds
Who planted the banana tree 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.
The midnight rain falls on my sad pillow, and every drop of rain drops; every drop of rain and rain, brings sadness to the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it!
Break up 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.
Why is it so vulgar to have plum blossoms with many 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
My hair is swollen when I am sick, I lie down and look at 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 people all day long.
Wulingchun
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. 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 quite 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.
Drunk Flower Yin
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow gauze cabinet is 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 to lose one's soul,
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. Liang Sheng's pillow mat is stained with tears.
He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What's the night like?"
The green lotus leaves are small and the golden lotus leaves are sparse. The weather and clothes of the old days are the same,
Only the feelings are different, the old home days!
3. Ask for a poem about Li Qingzhao’s happy life in the past
Li Qingzhao’s "Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset"
Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset The sunset in the pavilion·Li Qingzhao
I often remember that the sunset in the pavilion by the creek is so intoxicated that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
Translation
I often remember playing at the pavilion by the stream until the sun went down, getting so drunk that I didn’t know the way back. With my pleasure satisfied, I rowed back in the dark and accidentally paddled deep into the lotus. They scrambled to paddle, scrambled to paddle, and frightened the waterfowl all over the beach, and they all flew up.
Appreciation 1
There are two existing poems in Li Qingzhao's "Ru Meng Ling", both of which record travel and appreciation, and both describe drunkenness, beautiful flowers, freshness and uniqueness. This song "Like a Dream" expresses the taste and mood of her early life in Li Qingzhao's unique way. It has a beautiful and pleasant state of mind and gives people enough beauty to enjoy in its short size.
The two sentences "Chang Ji" start with plain writing, natural and harmonious, and naturally lead readers to the realm of words created by her. "Changji" clearly stated that the location was "Xiting" and the time was "Sunset". After the banquet, the author was so drunk that he could not even identify the path back. The word "indulged" reveals the joy in the author's heart, and "no way back" also conveys the author's lingering feelings. It seems that this was a very pleasant trip that left a deep impression on the author. Sure enough, the following two sentences of "the excitement is over" take this kind of interest to a higher level. Only when the excitement is over can we return to the boat. So, what about the excitement before it is over? It just shows that you are very interested and don't want to return to the boat. The sentence "Wandering in by mistake" is written smoothly and naturally without any trace of intrusion. It echoes the previous sentence "I don't know the way back" and shows the protagonist's forgetful mentality. There is a small boat among the blooming lotus flowers. On the boat are young talented girls who have not finished their fun. Such a beautiful scenery suddenly jumps up and is ready to be seen. Two "fights" in a row express the protagonist's anxiety to find a way out of the lost state. It was precisely because of the "fight for crossing" that a group of gulls and herons arose again, scaring away all the waterfowl perched on Zhouzhu. At this point, the words stop abruptly, and the words are exhausted but the meaning is not exhausted, which is thought-provoking.
This poem uses concise words, only selects a few fragments, blends the moving scenery with the author's happy mood, and writes about the good mood of the author's youth, which makes people unable to help but I want to go boating with her among the lotuses and get so drunk that I never return. As the saying goes, "Youthful feelings come naturally." This poem is not refined and full of natural beauty.
Appreciation 2
This poem is titled "Jiu Xing" in "Selected Poems of Hua'an" written by Huang Sheng of the Southern Song Dynasty.
The lyrics seem to be written to recall a pleasant outing. The poet ordered the boat to prepare wine and swim in the clear stream. He was so deep that he did not know the sunset. In the deep dusk, returning to the boat, I mistakenly entered Hengtang in Qugang, deep in the lotus flowers. This is a fragrant, colorful, quiet and mysterious world. It brings great surprise and deep intoxication to the poet.
The fragrance of flowers and wine temporarily freed the poet from the shackles of being a noble lady in feudal society, revealing her cheerful, lively, curious, and competitive nature as a girl. So there was a fight for crossing. When the boat sailed through the lotus flowers and watched the gulls and herons flying from Huating Yupu, she felt a strong vitality of life. This vitality overflows from the short rhythm and loud rhymes of the words.
This poem was mistakenly written as a poem by Su Shi in Yang Jin's "Cao Tang Shi Yu", as a poem by Anonymous in "Ci Lin Wan Xuan", and as a poem by Lu Dongbin in "Gu and Jin Ci Huan" and "Tang Ci Ji". From the number of "mistakes", it can also be seen that the looseness of this word has exceeded the scope of "lady's words", so some people included it under the name of a male author. However, Huang Sheng of the Southern Song Dynasty's "Selected Poems of Hua'an" and Zeng Zhen's "Yuefu Yaci" both regarded it as Li Qingzhao's poem, so it should be credible.