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
2. Li Qingzhao's typical poem Wuling Chun, which describes sadness.
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
A slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! 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 a person be dark? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence?
Lonely goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind scattered the rain and whispered, urging thousands of tears.
Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou?
A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
3. Li Qingzhao's poem "Lonely Goose/Walking in the Imperial Street" in his later years. Li Qingzhao's content: sleeping in a paper tent on a rattan bed.
I can't say it, and I don't have any good ideas. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, which brings my feelings like water.
The flute is three lanes, Mei's heart is broken, and there are many Chun Qing. The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling.
Hurry again, a thousand tears. Bagpipers go to Yulou, heartbroken people lean on it.
A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. This word is a Yongmei word.
I think it was done after Zhao Mingcheng's illness. It shows the hostess's memory of her late husband and comfort to the deceased.
This word neither directly describes Mei's color, fragrance and posture, nor praises Mei's character, but takes Mei as the witness of the author's personal joys and sorrows. She used plum blossoms to express loneliness and mourning for her dead husband.
Start with the scene and get into the mood. Start with a pen and get to the point, but don't reveal that the pen is not empty.
Mountain after mountain, such as mountains and rivers, the scenery is new, lyrical by the scenery, the feelings move with the scenery, and the scenery is sad.
4. Li Qingzhao's poem about sadness 1, "Lonely Maiden with Crimson Lips" Li Qingzhao
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my 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.
2. Li Qingzhao, Li Xue in Qingping Happy Year
Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my 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.
3. Li Qingzhao's "Breaking Huanxi Sand and Breaking Gold"
Rub the gold and cut it 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.
4, "Sound Slow" Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
5 Wuling Spring
Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Please ask Li Qingzhao to write sad poems in her later years. The more the better, the better. Just like dreaming of the sunset in the Xiting, I don't know the way home.
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. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. 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's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight.
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, 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. The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion in the Spring Festival Evening are gaunt and damaging to everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
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.
Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like 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.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Fishermen proudly face the clouds and fog, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan.
6. Li Qingzhao's poems in his later years witnessed Li Qingzhao's "indomitable will, though bitter and poor". In her later years of searching, she tried her best to compile The Story of the Stone.
Li Qingzhao was a rare talented woman in ancient China. She is good at books, paintings and epigraphy, especially poetry. Her ci works are unique and spread through the ages, and are known as "a great poet". Her ci can be divided into early stage and late stage. In the early stage, write more about your leisure life, describe your love life and natural scenery, and use beautiful rhymes. Such as "dried plums". Later, I lamented my life experience, recalled my hometown and felt sad. For example, slow voice. Her personality is as awe-inspiring as her works. She has both women's Shu Xian and men's fortitude; There are both the cynicism of ordinary people and lofty patriotic feelings. She is not only talented and knowledgeable, but also has lofty ideals and heroic ambitions. She has made many achievements in the field of literature. Among her contemporaries, her poetry, prose and ci theory are outstanding. However, she worked the hardest, achieved the highest success and had the greatest influence on the creation of ci. Her ci reached the acme of art and formed her own unique artistic style-"Yi 'an Style". She does not pursue exquisite ornamentation, but extracts expressive "eight tones of common language", expresses her keen feelings about things around her by line drawing, depicts delicate psychological activities, expresses rich and varied emotional experiences and creates vivid artistic images. In her poems, sincere feelings and perfect forms are integrated. She developed the graceful school of "endless words and endless meanings, endless feelings and endless meanings" to the peak, thus winning the position of "originator" of graceful poets. At the same time, the bold style of her poems made her unique in the Song Dynasty, which had a great influence on Xin Qiji, Lu You and later poets. Her outstanding artistic achievements won high praise from later scholars. Later generations thought that her ci "not only looked down on women, but wanted to overwhelm men's eyebrows", and was called "the greatest poetess in the Song Dynasty and also the greatest poetess in the history of China literature". There are works handed down from ancient times such as Collected Works of Yi 'an Jushi. Representative works include Slow Voice, Pruning Plums, Like a Dream, Summer Poems, Drunken Flowers and so on. The most famous are the euphemistic dreams in "Summer Que" and "Fisherman's Pride". Li Qingzhao's literary creation has a distinctive and unique artistic style, and is one of the representatives of graceful and restrained school, which has a great influence on later generations and is unique in the field of ci, and is called "Yi 'an Style".
7. Li Qingzhao occasionally wrote poems in her later years.
15 years ago, at the end of the flower, followed by Zeng Fu's poem of appreciating flowers. Nowadays, flowers are similar to the moon, and the feeling of peace is just like in the past.
Write poems about history
After Shao in Han Dynasty, the new room was like a wart. Therefore, it is scattered in the middle, thin and cloudy, until death.
Wujiang river
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
The three poems of Gong Hu, the minister of the Ministry of Industry in the Han Dynasty, are in the same order.
In May in Shaoxing, Gong Han, an official of the Ministry of Industry, and Hu, an official of the Ministry of Industry, visited the two palaces. Those who have comfortable houses, their fathers and ancestors are all under the door of the Han Palace. Now that the family has changed, the son's surname is poor and he dare not look at the public's car dust; Poor and sick, but the immortal did not decline. When you see this big bill, you must not forget what you said. Write a chapter of ancient poetry to send a message to poets.
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Three years in summer and June, the son of heaven has been looking forward to it for a long time. Looking at the south clouds and thinking about the north. If you hear the emperor say, Yue Mu and the Queen of England.
Xianning has no half a thousand, and luck met Yang Jiu. Don't be famous, don't plant golden willows. Without pure filial piety, I know this frost is sad.
Why don't you give up the meat? You can put the fat on the car. The land is expensive and jade is like dust and mud. Who can you kill? Rich words are cheap.
The four people called Yu, which was known to courtiers and emperors at that time. The first person in China and South Korea, the spring official has Changli. As a centurion, you can be a teacher for thousands of people.
Jiayou and Jianzhong are good for politics. Xiongnu feared king and business, while Tubo respected sons and ceremonies. Yi Di has broken his courage and will be punished by the audience.
Gong bowed his head and was appointed white jade rhinoceros. It's time to say that I dare to resign. My family has a lot of complaints, and my wife doesn't have to quit.
I would like to serve heaven and earth, and I would like to serve the temple. Holding a purple mud letter, I went straight into Huanglong City. Khan, the waiter should come to pick him up.
Different people have different opinions. Or take the blood of dogs and horses and make an alliance with heaven and earth.
Secondly,
Gong Hu knew the difficulty of virtue and sought peace of mind with virtue. Striptease has been warmed by Hann, so it's hard to say goodbye.
After a long cloudy day, the soil is wet and the rain does not return air. The sound of cars rattled in Ma Xiaoxiao, and all brave people and cowards cried.
I know nothing about my wife, but I have given my blood for the bookkeeping room. I am a slave of the tiger and the wolf, and I am not afraid of being hurt.
When I heard the Chu curtain, I took advantage of my previous diary to go to Pingliang. Guishan is not a barren city, so don't give up Confucianism lightly.
The word "dew" becomes a horse that still leans on and believes in it. Have skilled craftsmen ever abandoned oak trees, and simple words may be beneficial?
Don't ask Sui Zhu and He Bi, just ask "xianggong" for new knowledge. Although the gas field is responding to the noise, the remnants are like smelling the castle.
My father is from Qilu, and his next name is Youyou. At that time, when Xia Ji talked about it, he still remembered that people were sweating.
In recent years, children and grandchildren have traveled across the south and drifted with others. If you want to send blood and tears to the mountains and rivers, go and sprinkle Qingzhou with a cup of soil.
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I want to see Huanghua crossing the second capital, and the pot is full of people. The peaches in Lianchang Palace should be there, and the magpies in Calyx Building will be surprised.
But when we say that the emperor has pity on his children, we should know that God never shuts one door but he opens another. The Great Sage's letter is as bright as the sun, and there is no need for repeated alliances in the long run.