Li Qingzhao's father, Li Gefei, is a scholar and a student of Su Shi. His family has a rich collection of books. My mother is the granddaughter of the top scholar, and she is very cultured. Li Qingzhao was carefree in her girlhood and her family was well-off. She grew up in a family of poems and books, and her talent was also stimulated.
And ashamed to go, leaning against the door to look back, but I smell Qingmei.
One day, Li Qingzhao had just finished swinging and was still sweating. Suddenly, a guest came to the house to avoid wearing shoes. At the last moment of my escape, I couldn't help looking back and smelling the fragrance of childhood.
"Kick the swing, get up and adjust your hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. And walked away with shame, leaning against the door and looking back, I heard of Qingmei. " -"A crimson lip and a swing"
It is the rule of Song Dynasty that women who come home avoid guests, but it is not common for Li Qingzhao to be in such a hurry. When she was about to disappear, Li Qingzhao deliberately turned her head to smell the smell of childhood to hide her inner thoughts, adding a sense of pride and playfulness. See if you can. I'm smelling plums, not looking at you!
Romance and parting
18 years old, Li Qingzhao married Zhao Mingcheng, a senior student. Zhao Mingcheng is a handsome son, knowledgeable, good at calligraphy and painting, especially good at appreciating epigraphy. His father is the official to the prime minister, but also the official family, scholarly family. They are suitable for each other, like-minded, and often sing with poems. Studying epigraphy and calligraphy has endless fun. The two were happily married. In their spare time, they enjoy flowers, write poems and play intellectual games. They poured fragrant tea, told an allusion at will, and guessed which book, which volume, which page and which line it came from. Those who guess will drink tea, and those who don't guess will not drink tea. Li Qingzhao wins every competition. When Zhao Mingcheng drew a book for verification, Li Qingzhao had raised his glass with confidence and laughed until the tea overflowed from his arms. The good times didn't last long. Zhao Mingcheng deserted and their happy life came to an abrupt end. Zhao Mingcheng doesn't know how to "govern the country from a position", and he only thinks about his own collection of stones.
1 129, Kingsguard Wang Yi prepared to launch a rebellion. Zhao Mingcheng's men noticed and told him about it. But Zhao Mingcheng was obsessed with the stone and didn't take it to heart.
Sure enough, soon, Wang Yi launched a mutiny. Fortunately, his subordinates were prepared and did not have much impact. After the rebellion, at dawn, subordinates went to Zhao Mingcheng to report, only to find that he had already escaped from the wall with a rope.
Li Qingzhao was deeply ashamed of her husband's chicken out. Although there was no quarrel, the harmony between fish and water in the past is gone forever. From then on, she was cold and distant from Zhao Mingcheng.
Soon, Zhao Mingcheng was ordered to take office in Huzhou. When Zhao and Li broke up, the situation was even worse. Li Qingzhao also knew that the husband and wife might encounter a mutiny disaster at any time on 1 129, so she fled in the direction of Jiangxi, feeling relatively silent and embarrassed all the way. Standing in the place where Xiang Yu, the overlord of the Western Chu Dynasty, committed suicide by defeat, Li Qingzhao could not help but imagine and was in a surge of emotion. In the face of the vast river, I casually recited a "summer quatrains". A gentleman should be a hero in life and do his best for his country. He should die for his country and become a hero among ghosts.
Just like Xiang Yu, he would rather die than cross the river east and drag out an ignoble existence.
Zhao Mingcheng stood behind her, and when she heard this, she felt sorry for herself and deeply blamed herself. From then on, he was depressed and soon died of an acute illness.
1 129, Zhao Mingcheng died in Jiankang (Nanjing), and nearly 30 years of happy marriage ended.
Li Qingzhao was heartbroken and buried in Zhao Mingcheng. She is very ill. On the way to escape, the cultural relics books collected by the two were damaged and lost. Li Qingzhao came to Hangzhou in loneliness and illness. I met Zhang Ruzhou, who often came to care for the helpless Li Qingzhao and showed her every consideration. But I don't want to. Zhang Ruzhou only covets the only remaining cultural relics in his hand, and Li Qingzhao, who lost all the cultural relics, let him down. Zhang Ruzhou insulted Li Qingzhao several times and even punched and kicked her. Li Qingzhao decided to divorce. In order to divorce, Li Qingzhao denounced Zhang Ruzhou's crime of taking bribes and bending the law and seeking official positions, and was allowed to divorce. At that time, the wife sued her husband and was sentenced to three years in prison. In order to get rid of the tiger's husband, Li Qingzhao resolutely did it. Later, he was rescued by relatives and friends such as Qin Chongli, a bachelor of Hanlin, and was detained for nine days before being released. This marriage only lasted 65,438+000 days. At this moment, I experienced bereavement, escape, imprisonment and humiliation. Lost my lover, lost my motherland and lost my dignity. What does she have left?
The blue light turned yellow and the sleeves cried. The autumn rain outside the window is continuous, and the room is damp and cold. In the south, I can't appreciate the beauty of the scenery. The cold is biting, and I only think of my old country and old friends. Li Qingzhao's frustrated word "Slow Voice"
Looking around, lonely and sad. 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 and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
At this time, Li Qingzhao had only endless desolation and helplessness in her heart. After writing, no one has seen her again. The only news about her is this amazing masterpiece.
Li Qingzhao died at the age of 73 (the date of his death is unknown), and his life was tragic. Later generations accepted Li Qingzhao's ci as Shuyu ci, respected her as a synonym, and built a memorial hall for Li Qingzhao in his hometown.