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I don't know when I fell in love with your writing. "Life is a hero, death is a hero" is your soul of combining rigidity with softness. "90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, and each boat blows away three mountains" is no less than Xin Qiji's lofty aspirations ... After thousands of years, I can still feel your sadness from your poems. Looking out of the window, I saw the rain drops outside the window, which turned the sky into a blue and a trace of sadness and gradually disappeared in the rain.
Every time I read your writing, I wonder what kind of woman you are. Is there an expression of fallen leaves, a smile of autumn wind? Otherwise, how can your words turn sadness into words, spread out in front of us through the Millennium and float into our thoughts?
In the early days of your destiny, you lived in a rich family surrounded by books. A good living environment is that you are different from ordinary people since childhood. When you married Zhao Mingcheng at the age of eighteen, you and your wife hit it off, which was enviable. The piano in the distance is full of your reading and joking. In the sunset, your backs overlap, showing the beauty of home and harmony. Young you are so interesting and sincere. But life is so rough. When Zhao was dismissed for dereliction of duty, you had no choice but to flee to Jiangxi, but Zhao Mingcheng died of sudden illness because of shame. This may be jealousy.
When you have gone through earth-shaking changes, your country is broken and your family is dead, you are still standing alone in the sunset, looking at your hometown with sad eyes, but unable to return to heaven. In order to regain the warmth of an acquaintance in the past, you abandon secular prejudice and bravely pursue your own happy life. When you meet an inappropriate person and see the true face of the other person, you are willing to leave at the risk of discrediting or even going to jail. A wild goose is singing, yellow flowers are everywhere, inner struggle and bitterness, with tears and little ink and blood, in exchange for a new word.
Your sad words have endless charm and endless beauty. Such as the lake rippling in the breeze, such as the bleak autumn colors, such as the rain at the window, such as the plum blossom standing proudly, people are deeply moved.
Although you don't have Li Bai's heroic spirit of "autumn geese and Changfeng as companions, when I face them from this villa and drink my wine", you have the idea of "forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"; Although you don't have Fan Zhongyan's ambition to "worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later", you have the courage to "be a hero when you are born and a hero when you die". Although you don't have the nobility of Liu Yuxi's "I am humble, but I am virtuous", you have the pleasure of "I don't know where to go, but I will go to the boat at night". You are a weak woman, worrying about the country and the people. In that war-torn era, you were displaced from place to place, hoping to recover the Central Plains, but the corruption and incompetence of the Southern Song Dynasty failed to make you realize your wish. Helpless, you wrote the eternal swan song of "I miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong", but spent my old age in "looking for it, lonely and miserable" and finally died alone in Jiangnan.
Li Qingzhao, you hold up a solitary lamp, illuminating a tragic history. A lifetime of sadness, through ancient and modern times, turns into tears in falling raindrops.
2. The composition topic "I appreciate Li Qingzhao" 1, knowledge 2, strength 3, conduct: indifferent to fame and fortune. Let me give you an example: not far from the ancients, my favorite historical figure-Li Qingzhao.
I stood at the window with a cup of tea in my hand, watching the sunset and the flaming clouds. My thoughts jumped into the distance, crossed the bustling city in front of me, and stayed in Li Qingzhao's civilized Song Dynasty.
I was walking along the Song Street when I heard a clear and crisp voice: "Lotus root fragrance in autumn, I can untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word "wild goose" returns, and the moon is full of the west building ... flowers fall and water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. "
This fresh and elegant poem made my heart burst with joy, and it suddenly occurred to me that it was my favorite, a slightly sad plum branch. Approaching the study room, the children's naive voice came: "The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad.
Ruinao sells golden beasts ... Don't forget, people are thinner than yellow flowers. "Children's voices remind me of the way you wrote poems at that time: there were two glasses of wine in front of the old table, and the wine was slightly bitter.
At this time, you are not only deeply sympathetic to the people, but also worried about national security. Drunk, broken, you wrote "Drunk Flowers", poetic.
Approaching a bureaucratic gate, a daughter came gracefully, and I couldn't help thinking of your poem: "Go away with shame." Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. "
Two sentences and three verbs vividly describe the reserve and innocence of eunuch girls. My thoughts have returned to the present from distant poems.
Not only because your poems have become my favorite historical figures, but also because of your persistence and hope for life, which impressed me deeply. At that time, with your own talent, you became a wonderful flower of that era, but you were not blown down by the cold autumn wind and still bloomed proudly.
But happiness gradually closes with the sunset, and the pain of lovesickness and the worry of escape have become the theme of your life. You stand at the peak of the life of the strong, and you have a heroic spirit that no one has.
How strong is the faint sadness in your poem. You should never give up the pen in your hand. Even if you have only one breath, you should use sharp language to appeal to people to resist Jin's barbaric aggression and save the land of Song State.
Your poems also inspired many soldiers to regain their spirits and resist the invaders to the death. Home, can't go back, heart, nowhere to go.
You can only turn these sufferings into a cup of light sake and precipitate it in your stomach alone. You hate worldly intrigue and are indifferent to fame and fortune, which makes you my favorite role model in my life.
Li Qingzhao, I want to be a legendary woman like you, a patriotic talented woman. It is you who hold up a lamp, illuminating my lonely and sensitive heart, encouraging me to make progress and be positive.
Blink of an eye, the green tea in my hand is cold, and the night is gradually coming. I stretched myself, sat on the stool and read your meaningful poem.
3. A 600-word junior high school poetry composition, describing the composition of the poet Li Qingzhao, named Yi 'an Jushi, a native of Zhangqiu, Jinan, an outstanding poetess in the Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's literary creation has a distinctive and unique artistic style, ranking first among graceful and restrained schools, which has a great influence on later generations and is unique in the field of ci, and is called "Yi 'an Style". When I was a child, my parents were very strict about taking clear photos. They stipulate to get up at dawn every day, read aloud and recite in the morning, explain poetry books at noon, answer correctly in the afternoon, write big characters at night, and occasionally draw pictures, play chess and games. Once the sun sets, Qingzhao has a chance to relax in a pond or stream near Liu Xuquan by boat. She paddled hard as if to spread her wings and fly.
Sunset, sunset glow all over the sky, pavilions by the stream and pavilions in the city are gently covered with a thin curtain by the afterglow of sunset. Qingzhao was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. She sat motionless in the boat, greedily breathing the fresh air and the smell of flowers and plants. When she is happy, she just sings some new words or old songs.
When night came, she had enough fun and ran home in a hurry. Unexpectedly, she rowed the boat into the lotus. So I had to turn around again and paddle hard with all my strength. I only heard the paddle beating on the water surface, and layers of waves were stirred up on both sides of the ship's rail, which made all kinds of waterfowl hiding at the water's edge fly into the blue sky in horror.
Later,
Recalling this happy past, Li Qingzhao wrote a poem "Like a Dream": always remember the curtains of the sun in Xiting,
As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!
After having a good time, we rowed home.
Mistaken into the depths of lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
Li Qingzhao grew up in a poetic environment, received a good family education and spent a happy childhood. At the same time, it also laid a solid foundation for her future artistic life.
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