1. Poems about identity
Poems about identity 1. Words describing the character’s identity
Changing the head and face: a metaphor for changing the identity.
Change the original name: Change the original name. Often refers to changing one's original name in order to conceal one's true identity.
Gaiyu Gaibu: Bu: The number of steps between the sacrificer and the corpse during ancient sacrifices, arranged according to status. Change the jade ornaments and change the number of steps. Refers to changes in status and status, and etiquette should also be changed.
Impermanence: A person’s status is not eternal.
Acting on wealth: doing: doing. It means that what you do is consistent with your status as a wealthy person.
Meng Li: Meng: farmer. People who farm the fields. In the old days, it also referred to people of low status.
Wear gold with purple: gold: gold seal; purple: purple seal ribbon. Wear a gold seal and purple ribbon to show your noble status.
2. Li Bai’s life experience and poems related to his life experience
Li Qingzhao was born into an official family in the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084), Shenzong of the Song Dynasty.
His father, Li Gefei, was born as a Jinshi and served as an official in the court. His status was not low. He was a scholar and writer, and he was also a student of Su Dongpo. My mother is also a lady from a famous family and is good at literature.
Such a background was very valuable for a woman at that time. The influence of her official family background and political activities gave her a broad vision and a noble temperament.
And the influence of literature and art allowed her to perceive life in a deeper and subtle way and experience beauty. Because there are no photos from that time, we have no way of knowing what she looked like now.
But based on the speculation about her background and the charm revealed in her later poems, it seems that she was born a beauty. Li Qingzhao began to receive aesthetic training in traditional Chinese culture almost as soon as he became sensible.
Almost at the same time, she was creating, judging others, and studying literary theory. Not only can she enjoy beauty, she can also control it, and she has jumped to a very high starting point, and at this time she is still a girl waiting to be married.
Please look at the following three poems: [Huanxisha] The embroidered hibiscus smiles, and the duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks. Only when the eyes are moved are people guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again. (Bao Ya, hairstyle.)
[Huanxisha] The spring light is cold and the weather is cold, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow and cotton, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
(Sinking, a name for a fragrance; fighting grass, a kind of game.) [Point crimson lips] Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When the guests come in, the gold hairpin slips out of their socks.
He walked away in shame, leaning against the door and looking back, smelling the green plums. (Keep socks off, no shoes.)
An innocent girl with beautiful hair and fragrant cheeks, a face like a flower and a jade, with a newly blooming love, a spring heart that is hard to suppress. She lay in the boudoir, or looked at the curls of agarwood innocently, or got up to write a love letter, and then went to the back garden to fight with her female companion for a while.
It is not surprising in a thousand-year-old feudal society that rich ladies from official families enjoy a comfortable life and receive a certain amount of education. What is surprising is that Li Qingzhao did not first learn writing, become proficient in needlepoint, and then wait to get married as usual.
She devoured all her father's book collection, and the juice of culture made her not only as beautiful as a flower on the outside, but also as graceful as a bamboo on the inside. She has mastered the rhythm of poetry as freely as fighting grass or swinging on a swing.
But when it comes to criticizing historical figures, there is a lot of confidence and atmosphere. The Anshi Rebellion during the Kaiyuan Tianbao Period of the Tang Dynasty and its suppression were a major event in Chinese history, and there have been many comments by later generations.
The poet Yuan Jie of the Tang Dynasty wrote the famous "Ode to the Zhongxing of the Tang Dynasty" and asked the great calligrapher Yan Zhenqing to inscribe it on the wall, which is known as Shuangjue. Zhang Wenqian, who was at the same time as Li Qingzhao, was one of the "Four Scholars of the Soviet Union". He was already famous for his poetry and was considered a big figure. He once wrote a poem about this stele, lamenting: "Heaven sent two sons to pass on the future, and the mountains are ten feet tall." Cangya.
Whoever brings this stele into my room makes me feel dizzy and open my eyes at the sight." This poem was transferred to the boudoir, entered the embroidery room, and reached Li Qingzhao's ears, and she immediately sang: "Fifty years of work is like an electric sweep, Huaqing flowers, willows and Xianyang grass.
Five squares are provided with salary to fight cocks, and no one knows how to grow old in the heaps of wine and meat. Hu soldiers suddenly come from the sky, and they are also traitors to rebel against Hu.
p>Horses walk in front of the Qinzheng Tower, and the pearls and green trees are covered with fragrant dust. Why are you invincible when you go to war? It is said that many horses will die.
The virtues of Yao and Shun are like the sky, and they are easy to use. Remember the words. The inscription on the stele is so bad that it makes the gods and ghosts scratch the cliff."
You see, this poem seems to have been written by a woman in a boudoir. Describing scenes, commenting on merits and demerits, and lamenting worldly affairs, Li Bai and Xin Qiji, who are romantic and unrestrained, are not allowed to do so.
Li's father Gefei was surprised when he first saw this poem. When this poem spread outside, it caused a lot of restlessness among the literati.
A daughter of the Li family has just grown up, and her writing moves like a dragon, a snake makes a sound like thunder. The girl Li Qingzhao quietly enjoys the beautiful halo woven by her pampering and talent.
Love is the most beautiful chapter in life.
It is a ferry where a person will start from here, from boyhood to youth, from the warm wings of parents to an independent life, including the continuation of a new life.
Therefore, it is full of the anxiety of expectation, sparks of collision, refreshing warmth, and the sadness of failure. It can play the most complex and shocking symphony.
The lives of many great men shined with brilliance at this moment. When Li Qingzhao was filled with all the happiness that a girl in a boudoir can get and fell in love, her beautiful life reached a new level, leaving us a love classic.
Her love is not like Romeo and Juliet in the West, nor is it like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in the East. It is not the kind of sweetness that can only be enjoyed after going through all kinds of difficulties and life and death, but He started very high, fell into the honeypot at the beginning, and then stood on the top of the mountain and lived in the Crystal Palace. Her husband, Zhao Mingcheng, is a handsome young man, and they are literary confidants, so they share the same love.
Zhao Mingcheng's father was also an official in the court, and the two families were well matched. What's even more rare is that in addition to the general literati's interest in poetry, poetry, music and chess, the two of them also have a more congenial career combination - the study of epigraphy.
In the feudal era where free love was not allowed and depended on the words of the matchmaker and the wishes of the parents, it was truly a God-given match for the two of them to have such a love ending. Just like Lu You's "The Hairpin Phoenix" left us with the sadness of love, Li Qingzhao left us with the other side of love - the sweetness of love.
This love story, affectionately polished by Li Qingzhao’s wonderful pen, has become the spiritual enjoyment of the Chinese people for more than a thousand years. Please read this song "Magnolia with Reduced Words": On the flower seller's basket, I bought a branch that is about to bloom.
The tears are stained lightly and evenly, but still have traces of the dawn dew. Pinglang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles.
The hairpin on the hair is slanted on the temples, and the apprentice is teaching Lang how to look at it. This is the sweetness after marriage and the coquettishness of your husband.
It also reveals her confidence in her own beauty. Let's look at this farewell poem "A Cut of Plum Blossoms": The fragrance of the red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in the autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. The sadness of parting is hard to separate. The deeper the love, the more intense the longing, and the other is a kind of sweet secret chewing.
What’s more important is that Li Qingzhao is by no means an ordinary little woman who can only sigh a few words, “I’ll keep the empty room”. She practiced literature in the empty room and perfected this art. This most ordinary expression of love turned into a proposition creation competition between the couple and became a record of their climb to the peak of art. Please look at this song "Drunken Flowers and Double Ninth Festival": The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow.
3. Looking for poems that describe the misery of life
Li Qingzhao and Li Yu’s poems Poppy Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past.
The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Lang Tao Sha Li Yu The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence alone, the world is unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
Langtaosha The past can only be saddened, but it is difficult to look at the scenery. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard.
As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly.
I want to see the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace shining in Qinhuai! Happy Meeting Li Yu The flowers in the forest have withered the spring red. It's too hasty and helpless. The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. The tears of rouge keep people drunk, and when they are heavy, it is natural that life grows and hates the water.
Happy Meeting Li Yu Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard. The constant cutting, the confusion is still there, it is the sadness of separation, the feeling of separation is still in my heart.
?wtp=tt Wulingchun The wind abides in the dust, the fragrant flowers have all 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 will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
Drunk flower shade, thick mist and clouds, eternal daylight, auspicious brain selling golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's 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. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
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