Anyone who has read Li Qingzhao’s poetry will probably dislike it.
Remember not to be too emotionally attached to a text. It is best to appreciate it as a literary work. Otherwise, human beings’ ability to love will make you feel like “it’s boring to test a lamp, and I’m not in the mood to walk in the snow.”
Li Qingzhao, known as "the most talented woman of all time", was born in a scholarly family. She lived a wealthy life in her early years and laid a solid literary foundation in a good family environment when she was a child.
Li Qingzhao began to make a name for himself in the world of poetry when he was a boy, and wrote the famous poem "Ru Meng Ling" (The Rain and the Wind Last Night) that were widely read by later generations.
Children who haven’t carried it yet, don’t worry, you will meet it soon.
I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back.
Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
This poem is also her first work. As soon as it came out, it caused a sensation in the entire capital.
Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
This poem has also been widely recited by later generations, but her highest attainment lies in ci. She is known as the "Queen of the Ci Country".
Preliminary period: It truly reflects Li Qingzhao’s life, thoughts and feelings in her boudoir, with themes focusing on natural scenery and farewell lovesickness.
Later period: Mainly expresses the emotions of nostalgia and nostalgia during the time of injury. It expresses the deep sadness, loneliness and melancholy in my lonely life.
"Slow Voice"
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him when the wind blows at dawn? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window alone, how can you live in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
This poem is a later work of Li Qingzhao. At this time, Li Qingzhao's country was ruined, her family was destroyed, and her husband died. The sorrow and pain of being a widow gathered in my heart and could not be dismissed, so I wrote this song "Slow Voice".
Every time I read it, I seem to hear a very sad person talking and sobbing in a low voice. An inexplicable sadness spreads in the reader's heart and in the air, lingering for a long time with endless aftertaste.
More works:
Drunken Flower Yin (Li Qingzhao)
Thick mist and thick clouds make the day long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Is it possible to lose one's soul? The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nian Nujiao (Li Qingzhao)
The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete. Holding your head and sobering up, it is not a leisurely feeling. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the 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. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to 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. Do you think it will be sunny today?
Pink lips·boudoir thoughts? (Li Qingzhao)?
Lonely in the boudoir, one inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning all over the corridor, there is just no emotion. Wherever you are, there are grasses stretching all over the sky, and you can't see the way back.
Wulingchun (Li Qingzhao)?
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows.