Chapter 1: approaching Li Qingzhao, the wind and rain are tottering, and it is also a phoenix tree. When it was warm and cold, you struggled into the west wing of my distant brocade book. Since then, the courtyard is deep, and I have no intention of stepping through the snow, but I have smelled plums all over.
What a beautiful woman you should be. It's hard to think of your laziness in swinging, and it's hard to think of you leaning against the door and looking back with shame, but this moving picture is dancing in front of my eyes. Dew is thick and flowers are thin, sweat is thin and clothes are wet, spring is light, and dreams come back to the pillow. You stare all day, and the running water in front of the building can carry your love and love for the blue boat?
What a gentle woman should you be? I have felt the heart of spring, but I am deeply worried, so I have no good dreams. Hanging curtains on all sides, how to eliminate thousands of worries? Xichun, you should sing "One Inch of Sorrow" and stay alone in this lonely boudoir. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold. How can it accompany your tenderness like water and destroy thousands of tears?
How proud should a woman be? Playing the flute three times doesn't feel like home; Dreaming of heaven, 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. How do you know that you are green, thin and fat when you sleep deeply? You have told me everything you want to say. This feeling of being very happy is falling in the running water, but how can you be familiar with the world of mortals?
How sad should you be? Autumn is over, eyes are still long, and Indus hates frost at night. How can you just hate people who come home early? The moon sets and the wind sings. What's the matter? When you are old and have accomplished nothing, who will pity and who will languish? The west wind shutter door is thinner than the yellow flower. How can you stand it? It is the deep sadness in the world that makes you leave your feelings. You don't hate being poor, do you But you didn't also way, Leng Xiang pin new dream sleep, can't help but sad.
Chapter 2: Remember Li Qingzhao's Palace Spring Festival Gala? The door is heavy and the courtyard is deep. The grass is not green, and the geese have broken dusk.
I am not in the Xiting at dusk, nor am I intoxicated in the depths of lotus root flowers. I only have a trace of deep anxiety, missing and a trace of light. Thousands of years later, I just want to enjoy the oblique photo with you.
Looking for it, it's all deserted, long corridors and pavilions. How can I find out that you are missing?
When I look back, carved buildings, you have a problem. It's hard to say, it's still romantic when the night is bright and full of shadows. I have forgotten that it rained suddenly last night, and people were worried and sad. The poor are thinner than yellow flowers.
I heard the sound of going upstairs. You played a tune on the violin and sang it all over Qian Qian. I didn't speak, just listened quietly. A listen to the rainbow, broken rinspeed, snow falling back smoke straight.
It is clearly spring, why is it winter?
Looking back, tears are melting and flowers are heavy. I want to open my mouth, but I don't know why I started from the beginning.
But first, who should come late and who is always bored at night?
I was silent, thought for a moment, and replied, I am a passer-by. I heard that the layman is here, so I came to ask for a poem.
You smile deeply, smile through tears, and embroidered lotus smiles.
I wonder, who planted banana trees in front of the hall and filled the atrium with shade?
You don't answer, just write a song "Linjiang Xian" slowly on your desk.
Knowing that you have no intention to entertain guests, it is better to sigh, and family ties are naturally provoked. Poor spring is like a person getting old.
I turned around and walked through the building. It was already night.
The stars in the sky turn and the curtains on the ground hang down. Empty dream of Chang 'an, recognize Chang 'an Road. The wind calls eight thousand old dreams, and the geese sing three songs in autumn.
When I woke up, I saw that the idle window in the small garden was cool in spring, and you were white, and the lyre was speechless. Looking at it, there are several new sorrows.
A gust of wind suddenly felt cool. It turned out that last night, the wind and rain suddenly started, and the relentless wind and rain wet my sleeve.
The sound of the piano is long, and I vaguely smell a word repeatedly. I feel how many things the moon has sung, and now I am old and have nothing to gain.
Who is this song for? Who is it for? Sweetheart. I'm afraid it's myself.
I'm surprised that I suddenly appeared here. I am a passer-by. Your songs and farewells are worth a thousand words.
I turned my head and turned to Dongshan fence. Behind me, I became once.
Chapter Three: Love has created a famous poetess, Li Qingzhao. When we mention her, we think of those poems that make people cry and are full of parting feelings. We are sad for her at the same time, but never thought that kind of friendship reached the deepest feelings, that kind of parting, that kind of missing, that kind of affection. She uses yellow flowers as a metaphor, and people are thinner than yellow flowers to write. ? After Li Qingzhao married Zhao Mingcheng, she wrote poems to encourage each other. She had a happy time with her sweetheart. ? When her husband went out to be an official, Li Qingzhao missed her day and night, and her feelings for her husband were nowhere to be placed. She wrote many famous poems to express her homesickness. "Wild goose returns, the west wing is full of moon" describes her bitterness and pity, "one kind of lovesickness, two places of idleness" is the extreme pain of lovesickness, and "the jade pillow is cold in the middle of the night" is the loneliness and sadness. "People are quiet and the moon is soft, and the green curtain hangs down" is full of desolation in silence. "Tears are light and even, and there are still traces of rosy clouds", which makes people feel pity.
After Zhao Mingcheng's death, when the country was in turmoil, Li Qingzhao took her husband's relics to wash away his grievances, followed the Southern Song Emperor to the south, and was displaced and homeless. At this time, her patriotic feelings came to life. While worrying about the fate of the country, she misses her hometown in the Central Plains.
Where is my hometown? Unless I am drunk, forget it. Her homesickness is vividly written. "Dreaming of Chang 'an and recognizing Chang 'an Road" describes her nostalgia for the north. "Looking around, it's lonely and painful" describes her as a person with nowhere to talk.
After marrying a bandit again, she finally saw through Zhang Ruzhou's true colors. Even though she was in jail, she still had to divorce proudly. She is like a flower in a storm, gentle but not fragile. She dares to oppose feudal customs and struggle. Such a weak woman pursued personality equality with tenacious will, which was rare and precious in feudal society at that time, but at the same time she struggled. She was disappointed.
A great woman, with her deep love for her husband and motherland, filled her with feelings different from ordinary people and wrote immortal poems. She created a new world of poetry, won a place for women, and initiated the patriotic creation of female writers. Her poems are immortal, but her feelings touched us, so her feelings made Li Qingzhao.
Chapter four: approaching Li Qingzhao's life, there are always some irreparable things. ...
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Born in a famous family, the fragrance of the pages is imprinted in your mind prematurely, and the juice of culture will make you beautiful not only in appearance but also in heart. Your life experience is so enviable. Yes, in those days, it was a drop in the ocean for a woman to write a poem, but you made history brilliant. It is the superiority of life experience that gives you the motivation to move forward. However, it is undeniable that without agile talent and delicate feelings, how can you sketch such beautiful and lively words? When you were a girl, you were spoiled by millions. How can you not show your youthful attitude? In that beautiful picture of struggle, it seems that even your hearty laughter is presented.
ののののののののののののの, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Just after watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court with Mingcheng, and watching the clouds in the air, all that is left for you is endless waiting. Mingcheng embarked on a career path full of thorns, left, left you, lived alone and looked at the desk all day. Wait until the autumn wind starts again, wait until the geese fly south, wait until the moon hangs on the acacia building, but can't wait, can't wait for a sincere letter, can't wait for a romantic legend. ...
After several years of wind and rain, personnel have already changed. Mingcheng has always belonged to the road and belongs to the slope of loess at the foot. And you married Zhang Ruzhou. I bear not only the unfair shame, but also endless suffering. He is not as meticulous as Ming Cheng, and he doesn't know how to be compassionate. In front of China's tent, under the red candle, I punched you. I accidentally saw myself in the mirror. What are the petals of begonia destroyed by wind and rain? No, fragile beauty. The wind blows petals, just like blowing broken beauty; The ancient music in the vast wilderness explains the gap between souls. Hiding in the depths of dreams, listening to the flowers sing all the prosperity, all the nightmares and all the memories.
Time flies and dreams are gone; People are still there, but thinner than yellow flowers. ...
(3) I'm afraid the boat can't move because of two streams. I'm worried.
In just a few years, the country was destroyed, and then Emperor Zhao Gou escaped from prison several times. How can a weak woman bear this pressure? I think your heart may have died long ago, leaving only an empty shell. You can't recall the wandering, ups and downs and struggles of the journey. ...
A superstar has fallen. However, the end of your life is not just a wisp of smoke. Your memories are too many, too beautiful and too bleak. ...
How I want to get close to you, pick up begonia flowers and dress up your face. ...