Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy. -Li Qingzhao's "Liang Zhu, Warm Rain, Sunny Wind, Breaking the Frozen First"
Wake up after drinking, sleep in the spring, dream away. -Li Qingzhao's "Bitterness, Night Drunk, Late Makeup Removal"
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Day, Cold Day, Rustling on the Window"
Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. -Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness, Sunset Melts Gold"
The fragrance has been broken, and the wine has been left. -Li Qingzhao's "Remembering Qin E Yong Tong"
The wine is delicious and sour, just like a person's arms. -Li Qingzhao's "Dead Merchants"
Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. -Li Qingzhao's "When Hualian dies, tears are wet and Luo Yi's powder is full"
Not afraid of the wind and rain, just say, cook wine and write flowers. -Li Qingzhao's "Transfer to Fang Ting Cao Fang Pond"
2. Bring all the poems about Li Qingzhao ~ If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you will never know where to go.
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.
Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. 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. The lotus flower on the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya with a smile, just to be 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! When I visited bloom this year, I lived in a remote place with short and thin ears.
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 write, 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 penetrate the 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.
Ouyang Gong, the fairy son of Linjiang, is a butterfly lover, who has the saying of "how much sorrow is deep", so he loves it. Its language is called "deep courtyard" 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 spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for 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.
My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road.
In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant.
3. The poems describing Li Qingzhao are dizzy. Li Qingzhao has a negative reputation, but there are not many poems.
Do you want them all? Words? If I dream, I will always think of the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know the way home when I am drunk. You will return to the boat in the evening and go astray into the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Five wonders? The quatrains are born to be outstanding, but die to be a ghost male. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Words? Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear. 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. Do not die.
West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Note 1 Renao: borneol.
Golden beast: animal-shaped copper incense burner. 3 gauze kitchen: small bed, gauze curtain.
This is a famous double ninth festival poem. In the description of natural scenery, the author adds his own strong emotional color, which makes the objective environment blend with the inner feelings of the characters.
Use yellow flowers to compare people's haggard; Suggest the depth of lovesickness with thinness. In the last movie, the phrase "it's cold in the middle of the night and the beginning is very transparent" is sharp and novel.
The next sentence, "the curtain rolls west wind", has been passed down through the ages; Not only is the sentence beautiful, but it is natural to take care of the yellow flower with "Dongli" and "Dimfragrance". Comment on Hu Zai's Tiaoxi Fishing and Concealing Conghua: "The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers", which is also a difficulty for women.
Yi Shizhen's Tale of Tianku: Yi An wrote this word, and he sighed with sincerity. He tried hard to win, but he forgot to eat and sleep for three days and nights and got fifteen points. Yi An wrote it as a symbol of Lu Defu. Telford said over and over again that only three sentences are excellent: "Don't die."
Chai Huchen's Theory of Ancient and Modern Ci: Love is red and rainy, and yellow flowers are sparse, which can be described as elegant and smooth. Chen Tingzhuo's "Bai Yuzhai Ci Hua": affectionate and bitter, which is often dominated by Yuan people's ci and songs.
Tang Guizhang's A Brief Interpretation of Tang and Song Ci: This poem is affectionate and bitter, and it is appreciated in ancient and modern times. One is a boring scene, and the other is moved by the Double Ninth Festival.
Change your head and throw the wine into the night. Finally, because of the thinness of flowers, I touched my thinness, so sad.
What is particularly wonderful is the word "Mo Dao", and the sentence "How much leisure do you know?" Words? The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! Attention 1 Will have a rest: Will have a rest.
How to live: how, how. (3) this time: this series of situations.
Comment on this is a masterpiece of Li Qingzhao that shook the ci world after crossing the south. Through the description of autumn scenery's autumn love, it expresses the sadness of the country's ruin and the end of the world, which has the color of the times.
In the structure, it broke the restriction of the upper and lower films, and the whole word breathed in one breath, deliberately rendering sadness, weeping like a complaint, touching. The first sentence consists of fourteen overlapping words, which vividly expresses the author's mood.
The following "dribs and drabs" show the author's lonely and melancholy mood and turbulent mood. The whole poem is tearful, tearful and full of artistic conception.
Comment on Luo Dajing's He Lin Yu Lu: It's amazing that a woman can be creative with the first seven words. Yang Shen's Ci Pin: In the Song Dynasty, people wrote ci, also known as Yi 'an, so they should be dressed, on a par with Chyi Chin and Huang Jiu, not just in the boudoir.
Its name "Shuyuji" is no longer found, and the word "slow voice" is the most beautiful. Zhang Guier: This is a sword dancer. He is not an incompetent person in this dynasty. Those who have never had fourteen overlapping words use the fugue selected by the text.
After the stack, there is a cloud, "The phoenix tree is raining even more, dripping water at dusk", which makes the words overlap and there is no axe to scratch. There is even a strange word cloud: "How can it be dark when you are guarding the window?" No second person can bet on the word "black".
Women are almost angry with this kind of writing. Hong Xu's Ci Yuan Cong Tan: The first sentence has fourteen overlapping words, which is really like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade.
Liu Tiren's Essay on Seven Odes Hall: Yi 'an layman is the most difficult to get rid of interest. How can a sad word be profound and elegant, without losing garlic cheese or quatrains? He is really the first person in this industry. Zhou Ji's Preface to Selected Poems of Jiecunzhai: Yi Lee Anzhi's Sorrow, with three rhymes and six pairs of voices, is practiced without mistakes.
Xu Angxiao's evaluation of the ci couple: the word Yi 'an is quite suffocating, but it was once called by the ancients and almost insoluble. Chen Tingzhuo's white jade thorn: The picture behind is full of magic, and the more you sing, the better.
Lu Qiu's "Flower Stab in Wenhua Building": The word "slow voice" is a sad word. Wu Hao's Poems of Celebrities in Past Dynasties: Yi An's expertise in Ci can be refined in Kaya.
His "slow voice" is a good thing, and the word "dribs and drabs" was added later. It is a good idea to take care of the former, not to make sentences hastily, to give full play to its pen power, to correct itself, to have fewer words and to be simple. Liang Shaoren's two essays on Qiuyu Temple: Yi Lee's Ci: "Looking and searching, cold and clear, sad and miserable", with fourteen overlapping words, is surprising and incredible.
Emotion in Liang Qichao's China Rhyme: I can't understand that kind of loneliness; Therefore, every word and every tear is swallowed with clenched teeth. Words? Eternal joy, the sunset melts into gold, and the dusk clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and greet BMW and thank his drinking buddies and poems.
In the heyday of Zhongzhou, boudoir doors were full of defects. I remember laying stress on three to five, spreading green crowns, twisting golden snow willows and fighting for Chu. Now I'm haggard, with clouds and snow on my temples, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
Note (1) Sunset Melting Gold: The color of sunset is like melting gold. 2 combination: synthesize a piece of jade.
(3) Plum blossom flute complaint: refers to the sound of the song Plum Blossom Falls played by the flute. (4) Second place: Continued from (7) Pucui Guaner: a woman's hat decorated with jade feathers.
⑧ Twisted golden snow willows: decorations on women's heads during the Lantern Festival. 9 cluster belt: dress up.
This poem expresses the sadness and loneliness after leaving the troubled times by comparing the two scenes of Lantern Festival before and after the Southern Expedition. The first movie expressed the mood of the scene in front of us.
The following film expresses the feelings of the country's ruin and death from the comparison between the past and the present, and expresses deep sadness. The whole word is mixed with scenes, ups and downs.
From today to the past, from the past to the present, the ups and downs of the past and the present have formed a sharp contrast. Deep and sincere feelings.
Language is fresh in simplicity, and works are seen in plainness. Comment on Zhang's Boudoir Collection: Yi 'an Jushi Li, the wife of Zhao Mingcheng.
4. Regarding Li Qingzhao's ci, Li Qingzhao's ci can be divided into two periods.
Early ci mainly described the theme of hurting spring resentment and boudoir life, which showed the sentimental personality of female ci writers. For example, "A Dream Order" describes the feelings of cherishing spring flowers: last night, the rain and wind suddenly dispersed, and I fell asleep without consuming residual wine. Excuse me, shutter man, does Haitang know that it should be green, fat, red and thin? Another poem: "A Dream Order" often remembers that Shen Zui in Xiting didn't know when he came home at dusk, and the boat went back to the depths of the lotus to fight for the ferry, awakening a pool of European herons. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is late in spring, the heavy curtain is not rolled, and the building is speechless.
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.
The lyrics she wrote for Zhao Mingcheng's "Going Out" are even more affectionate and unique. For example, "Drunk Flowers" describes that the poetess feels lonely when the festival is also called Chongyang, so she uses yellow flowers as a metaphor to say: the fog is thick, the clouds are sad all day, the golden beast festival, the jade pillow gauze kitchen in Chongyang is cool in the middle of the night, the wine is faint after dusk, and the sleeves are full of ecstasy. Westerners are thinner than Huanghua, and their ideas are novel and elegant, which is not comparable to the complaints of the first-person narrator of ordinary male writers.
Another example is "A Plum with a Plum", which expresses the poet's yearning for her husband's letter: flowers falling, water flowing, and lovesickness. Only when nothing can eliminate this feeling can she frown, but her later poems are full of serious emotional feelings of "things are different", thus expressing her deep attachment to her motherland and the past. For example, the first part of Slow Sound shows the poet's hopeless sense of loss and the sad expression of being alone in the "cold and lonely, miserable and miserable" environment.
The next film is to move the scene and feel sorry for yourself: "Who can watch the window now?" How can the black phoenix tree grow alone? It rained in Mao Mao until dusk. What is the first sad word this time? " The whole word is clear in language, fast in rhythm and sad in tone. Another famous poem, Yong Yu Le, started from the Lantern Festival and missed the past "the heyday of Zhongzhou".
In the following film, I wrote: In the prosperous days of Zhongzhou, I remember that I lay particular stress on the 35 th shop, and I twisted the golden snow willow cluster to fight for the benefit of Chu. Now my temples are withered and windy, so I dare not go out at night. It is better to listen to people laughing at the bottom of the curtain and express my deep sorrow for the changes in the country. Later, Liu Chenweng, a poet at the end of the Song Dynasty, read this poem and couldn't help crying. Li Qingzhao's ci has a unique style and is called "Yi 'an Style" by later generations.
The main characteristics of Li Ci are: First, she created her own female identity and special experience, created an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, and expanded the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful ci. Second, he is good at extracting vivid and fluent language from written language and daily spoken language; Good at using painting and description techniques to form a seamless realm.
If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you will never know where to go. 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.
A touch of crimson lips is 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. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
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! When I visited bloom this year, I lived in a remote place with short and thin ears. 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.
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! 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, and when you are sick, there is a noise in your temples. Lie down and watch the waning moon and go to the window.
5. A poem about Li Qingzhao's life, Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you 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.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, 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.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
6. Poems with quiet words come to my hometown at night-stone "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of the River" tells me that I am full of joy, which means that I can't enjoy the orchid-Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" in the pre-Qin Dynasty is warm and handsome, and I can't forget to return-Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" in the pre-Qin Dynasty is secluded. It's hard to drown in the cold water-deep sorrow and the obscurity of lamentation, silence is better than sound-Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Line/Pipa Line has been silent for a long time, like crying-leaning alone among the dense bamboos, I am playing the piano and humming-Zhu, Wei.
7. About Li Qingzhao's poems, it seems that you should be talking about Su Hui's "Xuan Ji Map". ...
Qin Liuqing, Chu Jixian, and Shang Qin destroyed Tibetan sounds with the sound of sadness and thoughts, and increased envy and hurt the people.
"Lang Fangdong Tour", Wang Zishu, Shao Nan and Zhou Fengxing, since their concubines were abandoned, sighed with wisdom.
Lan Xiutao falls in the forest, and Sang Huaigui thinks about the feelings of Zheng Chufan, the female health guard of Guanghe, in Li Jie.
Bird's nest, pigeons, the earth, roads, aspirations, singing, sighing, sighing, not flying, sunny, and a gentleman in a house has no virtue.
Mao Liu Quan's passion is strong, the people are eager to learn and prosper the country, and the business is double-sung. I want to wear clothes and miss China's ornaments, so that I can be beautiful and bright.
Xi long jun thinks of sadness, love and hate, and the old is old, beautiful, glorious, glorious, colorful and elegant
I feel hurt, and Gong Yu's simultaneous pursuit makes me think more. Whose pride is Don?
How will Chunfang's honorary parting with Ren Jun make him miserable, bear many troubles and entanglements, and finally remain faithful?
The bird on the wall and the bird in my heart are deeply concerned. They are young algae, colorful tigers and introspection of Longning.
I'm worried about how long it will take me to get used to things in China. I am eager to carve my face, and I am injured, so it is difficult to show it.
Unique people's products are moist and bitter, which is decorated in the shape of ELISAHA DING. The monarch is here, and the rock is inflamed and not chaotic.
What happened to my life? I dream of hard work, prudence, abstinence from righteousness and weight removal.
There is no end to mulberry poetry, but it feels like it has gone with the wind, and the poetry is sincere and cold, and then Jiyuan is glorious.
So it's better to stay at home and think about it. The fine emblem will be more prosperous than usual.
The old and new news is far from a sin. God hates Zhao and feels excited. Don't change your knowledge to the point where women are traitors.
Frost and waste are far small, and Meng's poems and paintings shine and eventually fade away.
Ice leaves Germany, and resentment is due to seclusion. Xingyi complained that Rong stayed away from attacking his parents.
Qi Junshu and Qiao Guiqi are ready to mourn, mourn the past and feel the decline of the years, which is an old disaster and harms saints with flying gestures.
Jackie, I'm a crew cut. I'm sighing. I'm always sad. I'm worried. I'm tired. I'd like to live alone in Zhao Yan.
People who want to be with you are hard to separate. When you are sad, you will be sad. When you are sad, you will sigh, guard against arrogance and be loyal to Britain.
Looking for Xin Feng in a fresh and fair way and knowing who you are, how can you be as humble as the English of Luo's generation?
Pure and sincere ambition, a specialty, quicksand fades, ups and downs are different. Huaying, Yao, Lin, Jing, Sang Lun.
Looking at the light and feeling bright, the dragon is fleeting, but the years are different. The sun moves west and the light is stupid and stubborn.
Whoever gives a gift to Yunfu flies lightly shows that the loss is not profitable, there will be ups and downs, and there will be no bad days.
Si Hui Zhu Guang Wen Shu De left his loyal body against his will, and he was very angry. Why use electricity to doubt dangerous houses and permanent drift?
I want to be a group of separated concubines, but I am lonely, proud and gorgeous. Who will I die with?
What is the feeling of compassion, but what is the feeling of compassion? In mourning, the gods held their virginity and recorded it from the public.
Spring injury should be Xiang Yan's reply to the emperor, saying that successful people left a legacy. It makes no difference to pick people from the Philippines, and learn filial piety for good luck.
Pro-rigid, pro-soft, pro-female, self-pity in the secluded place of the humble family, long and sad, the feeling of being born in Liangshan, separated by rivers and Tianjin.
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8. Li Qingzhao writes melancholy poems. What Li Qingzhao is best at is writing melancholy. Because Li Qingzhao wrote many melancholy poems, for example:
1, the fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever; Drunk shadows, fog, clouds and eternal sadness
2. What a sad sentence; Slow voice, search and search.
3, boring; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
4, gentle and sad inside; Lonely boudoir with red lips
5. There is no good dream with deep sorrow; Li Qing, Hua Lian
6, unlike Sun Shou's frown; Dolly Xiao Lou Han
7. It seems that I have been worried for the rest of my life; Dolly Xiao Lou Han
8. New troubles; Memories of playing the flute on Phoenix TV, fragrant and cold, Jin Mei.
9, blowing deep sorrow; Man Ting Xiao Fang Pavilion Zangchun
10, no worries; Nian nu jiao wa yuan
1 1, smoking through a thousand miles of dreams; Spread happy sand and rub gold.
12, worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening; Add words to pick mulberry seeds. Who planted banana trees in front of the window?
13, unable to move, preoccupied; Wulingchun, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out.
14, earthly, thick; Carnivores in the grass
15, the past is sad when I wake up; Carnivore Paradise and Qiu Guang
16, two idle worries; Autumn plum, lotus root, fragrant jade and mushroom
17, boring; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
18, two idle worries; Prune/cut plums
19, holding deep sorrow alone without a good dream; Butterfly flowers, warm weather, sunny weather, first freezing.
20, the right world, the sky is thick; Carnivores in the grass
2 1, leisure is like a month; Disordered name
22, smoked through a thousand miles of dreams; Spread Huanxisha/Shanhuazi