Patriotic Poems by Li Qingzhao (***12)
1. "Summer Quatrains"
Be born as a great person,
Death is also a ghost hero.
I still miss Xiang Yu,
I refuse to cross Jiangdong.
2. "Ode to History"
The two Han Dynasties follow the Shao period,
The new room has a superfluous wart.
So Ji Zhongsan,
will be weak in Yin and Zhou Dynasties until death.
3. "Bodhisattva Barbarian"
The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.
The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.
4. "Qing Ping Le"
Every year in the snow, I often insert plum blossoms to get drunk.
Moving all the plum blossoms has no good intentions, and I will win a lot of tears!
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming.
Looking at the wind coming in late, it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.
5. "Nan Gezi"
The stars in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down.
Liang Sheng’s pillow mat has tear stains.
I got up to take off my clothes and chatted about what the night was like.
The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse.
Old weather and old clothes.
Only the feelings are not the same as the old home.
6. "Spring in the Jade House"
The red buds are willing to be broken into pieces, and the southern branches are blooming all over.
I don’t know how much fragrance I can borrow, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning.
The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, dull and damaged, and worried about not leaning on it.
If you want to have a drink, come and take a break. It may not be possible tomorrow.
7. "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
The clothes are wet with tears and full of powder. Four stacks of Yangguan, sung thousands of times.
The mountain of humanity is long and the water is broken. Xiaoxiaoweiyuwenguguan.
It’s sad to leave Fang Cun Chaos. Forgot to leave, the wine cup is deep and shallow.
It’s easy to pass the music book to the wild goose. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.
8. "The Proud Fisherman"
The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and even the morning mist. The stars are turning and a thousand sails are dancing.
It is as if the dream soul has returned to the emperor.
Wen Tianyu. Ask me diligently where I am going.
I report that the sun is setting. There are amazing sentences in poetry.
Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is doing his best.
The wind rests. The boat blows to capture the three mountains.
9. "Niannujiao"
The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.
The pet willows and delicate flowers are close to cold food and all kinds of annoying weather.
Poems with dangerous rhymes are completed, and holding one's head up to sober up is not a feeling of leisure.
Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.
Being refreshed by the cold incense, you must not worry about others.
The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, and it feels like a spring outing.
The sun is high and the smoke is gathering, and it seems that it will not be sunny today.
10. "Eternal Happiness"
The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people?
The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment, and I know how much spring is coming!
During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, will there be no wind and rain?
Come and greet me with your beautiful car and BMW, and thank you for your wine, friends, and poets.
It is a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time for the boudoir. Remember to focus on the three and five,
Put green crowns, twist golden snow willows, and compete for the benefit of Chu.
Now She is haggard, her temples are covered with wind and frost, and she is afraid of going out at night.
It’s better to sit under the curtain and listen to people’s laughter.
11. "Poems of Privy Councilor Han Zhou Zhou·Part 1"
In the summer and June of the third year, the emperor looked at the court for a long time.
Looking at the southern clouds, hanging my clothes and thinking about hunting in the north.
As I heard from Emperor Ruo, Yue Mu and the queen of the group.
Xian Ning has no half a thousand, and his luck has met Yang Jiu.
Don’t Le Yan Ran Ming, don’t plant Jincheng Willow.
How can there be no pure filial minister who recognizes the sadness of this frost and dew?
Why waste meat on the soup when you can carry fat on the car?
The land is not to be cherished, and the jade and silk are like dust and mud.
Whoever has the right to control his life will be humbled by his rich words.
The four mountains are called Yu, and they are known to the emperor.
The first person in China and North Korea, Chunguan Changli.
As a centurion, he can travel with thousands of troops.
Jiayou and Jianzhong had Gao Chao in politics.
The Huns feared King Shang, while Tubo respected Ziyi.
Yi Di has lost his courage, and the general's orders are appropriate.
The public paid homage to the emperor and was ordered to perform the white jade ceremony.
I dare to resign, how can I do this?
The family is safe and sound, and the wife does not need to resign.
I wish to serve the spirits of heaven and earth, and the power of the ancestral temple.
Hold the purple mud edict and go straight into Huanglong City.
The Chanyu Dingji is here, and his servants should come to greet him.
A benevolent gentleman must rely on his faith, and he will not ask for a tassel in his wild life.
12. "Poems of Privy Councilor Han Kuanzhou·Part 2"
Hu Gong cleans up virtue and makes things difficult for others, so he seeks to achieve common deeds and achieve peace of mind.
Having taken off his clothes has been warmed by Han Ennuan, but leaving the song without saying anything makes the water cold.
The soil is wet after a long period of overcast weather, and the rain has not returned and the wind is strong.
The sound of carriages and the roar of horses made both strong men and cowards weep.
Lv Yan's concubine didn't know, so she poured her blood into the secretary's office.
Barbarians have always been tigers and wolves, so they are not prepared to be hurt.
Zhongjia heard about Chu Mu in the past and took a diary in front of the city to Pingliang.
Kui Qiu is not a desolate city, so don’t talk lightly about scholars abandoning Confucianism.
The poem "Lubu" is written and the horse is still leaning on it, and the chicken has not crowed when it comes out of Weihan Pass.
The skillful craftsman has never abandoned the oak tree. The words of the cud tree may be beneficial.
Don’t beg for beads and jade from the Sui Dynasty, but beg for new information about the country.
Although the aura is responding to Xiao Xiao, how can Weng Zhong be like this in the grass?
How can the remaining gangsters still plant mulberry and hemp? The remaining captives are like protecting the city walls.
The father of the Yu family was born in Qilu.
When Jixia was talking, I still remember that people were sweating like rain.
In the past few years, my descendants have traveled south, wandering around and joining the wandering people.
If you want to send your blood and sweat to the mountains and rivers, go and sprinkle a handful of soil on the east mountain.
I want to see Huang Hua pass through the two capitals, and thousands of people will welcome him along the road lined with pots of pulp.
The peaches should be there in Lianchang Palace, and the magpies should be shocked in front of the Huaye Tower.
But it is said that the emperor's heart pities the innocent, but it must be known that God's thoughts are in the sky.
The sage has great faith and knows clearly that there is no need for repeated alliances if there is always chaos.
Life of Li Qingzhao
Li Qingzhao (March 13, 1084 - May 12, 1155), named Yi'an Jushi, Han nationality, Qizhou (now Zhangqiu, Jinan, Shandong) people. She was a female poet in the Song Dynasty (at the turn of the two Song Dynasties), a representative of the Wanyue Ci School, and was known as "the most talented woman in the ages."