All Li Yu's words about the hatred of national subjugation are: 40 years of taking the country as home, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E Yu Meiren wind returns to the yard, Liu eyes continue. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Yu Meiren, and how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. How I hate seeing Jiangnan. I dreamed of it last night. Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong; Flowers and the moon are spring breeze! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, go to the west wing alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. How can we avoid the sadness of midnight songs in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream. The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! The rain is gurgling outside the sand curtain, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. As a prisoner, Li Yu's life has changed greatly. Although he has no worries about food and clothing, his identity is different after all, and he cannot live and enjoy as he pleases. Coupled with the pain of national subjugation, all these personal experiences are integrated into Li Yu's ci, thus giving birth to the most touching and accomplished works in the history of ci. There are three most representative words in this respect. One is "young beauty": when is the spring flower and autumn moon? What do you know about the past! The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences made of jade should be particularly good, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. The second is "Tidying up the Sand": the rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am greedy and happy all day! Lonely, not relying on fences, infinite mountains and rivers! It's easier to see when it's not. The running water is gone, the spring is gone, heaven and earth! The third is "broken array": in the past 40 years, the country has traveled three thousand miles. How many times did you know each other because of a fight? Once classified as a minister, I bent down and pressed my temples. On the day when he resigned from the temple in a hurry, Jiao Fang still played farewell songs and cried for Gong E. At the end of his life, Li Yu's ci reached its peak, and his ci was pure natural without any traces of carving, which could be described as uncanny workmanship. Poetry with high achievements in past dynasties is a combination of emotion and artistic techniques. Ordinary poems are either too popular or too obscure, which can't make readers understand his feelings smoothly. Li Yu's poems deify these two factors, but his spoken language contains feelings that are difficult for ordinary people to possess and understand. It can be said that Li Yu's poetry has reached the highest level and achieved the highest artistic achievement. It opened up a new field of vision for the development of Ci in Song Dynasty. Ci made Li Yu's Ci school famous, but the poem Yu Meiren, which was sung through the ages, also sent him to the west. On Tanabata night, Li Yu was depressed, so she asked the geisha to play music loudly and everyone could hear it outside. Song Taizong was very angry when he learned about it. He also heard that Li Yu's words included "the east wind blew in the small building last night" and "a river flows eastward", which made him even more angry. That night, he sent poison to Li Yu. Li Yu was only 42 when he died.
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