Who can help me introduce the story of Li Qingzhao in detail? I want to know about this classical woman's world, human feelings and poetic realm. Thank you, please, 3Q.

The fragrant flowers that live in the dust have been searched and searched, which is desolate and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" In the clear autumn, it is like a dream curtain. The garden is full of fallen flowers, withered and piled up. When the yellow flowers were dying, a woman walked alone in them and lamented, "Who can pick them now?" No beginning, no end. However, all this is only the end. She wrote: "Life is an outstanding person, and death is also a ghost; I still think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. " She is just a weak woman, but she is enough to make those temple men lower their noble backbones. Life is like a dream, time flies. When the historical rings came to the Southern Song Dynasty, only you An was bold and unconstrained, and only Yi An was graceful and restrained. This is really hard to get. Throughout the history of China literature, no woman's status is unprecedented like Yi An's. No woman can leave so many eternal songs like Yi An, and no woman can compete with a woman like Yi An. If a woman is not a man, then she has to be called an alien in the feudal history of China. In ancient China, women always had no status, not to mention Yi An lived in the Song Dynasty, where Neo-Confucianism dominated. Thanks to Neo-Confucianism, women in feudal society have no freedom since then. The first half of her life can be called perfect. Born in a noble family, she married Zhao Mingcheng, who was connected with his piano. After marriage, they often sang together and devoted themselves to the study of epigraphy. Zhao Mingcheng is not only his newlywed husband, but also her poetry and drinking partner. However, the good times did not last long. When the nomads and fighters swept away, the ancient legend was completely broken by Jin Ge who went south. Maybe it's because she gets too much happiness. Much has changed. She has gained too much and lost too much. Finally, even the sky was jealous. So there are all kinds of "people are thinner than yellow flowers". This not only reminds me of "Huanxi Sand" written by Nalan Rong Ruo later: Who reads the west wind alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window to reminisce about the ancient sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. Ordinary, only Tao is ordinary, then only Tao is ordinary. Life is a fate, and fate always likes to play jokes on people. I don't know how many years later, the warm scene of gambling on books and splashing tea will come back to my mind without any accident. Fireworks are short-lived, and only then can someone know how to cherish them. Life is like this. Once the amazing moment is lost, countless sorrows will flow. Maybe someone will know how to cherish what is lost. It is philosophers who can be happy with the situation, and poets can never do this. Yi An is a poet. The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. -Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun" I don't know why God tortured this woman. Gave her peerless talent, gave her a beautiful face, gave her a good start, and gave her a sad ending of national ruin. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It's heartbreaking Maybe God is right, and the ups and downs of fate finally made her a peerless poet. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? In the days that followed, chrysanthemums were everywhere. With all her talents and lifelong thoughts, she left a series of sad poems for future generations, which established her absolute position in the history of erotic poems. Thanks to fate, it is the obstacles in life that make her literature brilliant. God chose Li Qingzhao, entrusted her with the heavy responsibility of history, and finally made her a peerless poet. However, I want to ask, is Yi 'an willing? Missing failed, and suddenly autumn came. Flashy as water, beautiful as a dream. Flocculent red, the east window is not white and the lights are cold. If the heart is like a double screen, there must be a Qian Qian knot. Recalling the past, weeping willows. Butterflies are full of flowers. The past has become a cloud, like a breeze blowing to the Iraqi people. In the blink of an eye, your deeply nostalgic face is instantly overturned; My heart is breaking, and my thin body slowly collapses in the bloody sunset; Miss the old country, ruthless red reveals the continuous sadness and heroic infection in the sky. Not only your tears, but also the only world left. The world of mortals, whispering countless ripples; At dusk, the road to youth is long. If we go back to the past, will the flower of love be as beautiful as ever?