When Li Qingzhao was young, her words were fresh and lively, just like new branches in March. After marriage, the ci style is charming, bright and fresh, such as violets, with delicate fragrance; Late at night, the wind is sad, thick and hard to send, like a cold lake and autumn water, cold and sad. The girls in Li Qingzhao's works like to drink, watch the rain and wind when drunk, and also like to pick lotus by boat, so there is this song "Always remember the dusk in Xiting, drunk and don't know the way". After returning to the boat at night, they got lost in the depths of the lotus root, quarreled over the ferry, and quarreled over the ferry, which alarmed a beach of seagulls. "
Like most girls, Li Qingzhao's early poems are simple and fresh, and like femininity. Every dynasty has witches who are respected by later generations and famous in history, but Li Qingzhao likes to leave eternal voices in different environments and express her feelings with poems. When Li Qingzhao was a little girl, her words expressed her happiness and love. She drank a pot of wine, looked at the scenery of the world and wrote down her feelings. At this time, her words are mostly natural landscapes, without seeing the desolation in autumn or the haggard sadness.
Most of Li Qingzhao's late ci poems are based on grief, anger and melancholy. After experiencing the separation and combination with her husband, Li Qingzhao witnessed the demise of the Song Dynasty, and her heart was sad, so she wrote "Xu Baiju for many days" in chrysanthemum words: "The room is very cold, and the night curtain is long and low. I hate the cold wind, I hate the relentless wind and rain, and I rub my muscles at night. " "Good popularity, why more memory, Zefan Dongli!" Chrysanthemums are ruthlessly destroyed by wind and rain, and destroyed in the dark. No one can pity love. It's warm and cold at first, but there's no need to miss it more, just like the Tang Dynasty in the Song Dynasty, swaying.
In the turbulent dynasties of ancient times, Li Qingzhao faced the turmoil of the imperial court and the transformation of her family, and the style of her ci also changed greatly. Although the current words are still sad, there are more bold and melancholy winds. In the face of her husband's betrayal, Li Qingzhao was a little more sad. So I wrote "The Phoenix Remembers Xiao": the fragrance is cold and golden, and the waves are dyed red. Cover the bride price and hang it on the curtain. I have a lot to say because I am afraid of the bitterness of leaving. New thin, not dead wine, not sad autumn. They ... this back is also a thousand times the sunshine, but it is difficult to stay. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Just run in front of the building. Remember me and stare at me all day. Staring, adding new sadness from now on.