The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. 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.
——Inscription
In the Northern Song Dynasty, Licheng, on the pavilion, there was mist and rain. She was born in this spring that carries a touch of sadness. She is Li Qingzhao.
The clear and elegant words have the connotation of uncertain actions. Let my thoughts turn into dancing dreams. It flows quietly from her writing, wandering quietly...
In the depths of the lotus root, I don’t know the way back
As a lady of the family, Li Qingzhao also had a dream that made her The joy is in it. In the cardamom years, everything seems so beautiful. Sometimes I go out and go boating on the water, which is a carefree and joyful scene. Reading her words, I felt as if I was in the midst of them, enjoying them with her and savoring the contented and comfortable life. When she was a teenager, she was innocent, affectionate and thoughtful...
When the wild goose returned, the moon was full in the west building
Li Qingzhao, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, married in the spring breeze. , Zhao Mingcheng in his prime. The two fell in love with each other and had a deep love for each other. As a first-time wife, she has not changed her sense of fun and remains happy. Alone on the orchid boat, traveling alone, she waited eagerly for her husband who had not returned yet, looking through the autumn water and waiting for another unforgettable moment. I seemed to be standing next to her again, listening to her lament alone that "flowers float and water flows", and I couldn't help but feel the same way. When she was young, she was so delicate and sincere...
The boat was light and full of sorrow, and she shed tears when she wanted to speak
I don’t know if it was because God was jealous of the couple, or because she was born at the wrong time. Li Qingzhao's "untimely" short-lived happiness was amidst the turbulent waves of the times. Time flies by, but it leaves traces of time on her young face. Kyoto fell, her husband who was in love with her died of illness, and his collection of ancient relics were lost... Li Qingzhao, who was alone, was ready both physically and mentally to please himself. He was no longer there, "things have changed" and "tired of combing his hair"; he taught people how not to "shed tears before they want to speak"... With her poems and poems of love, she left me with endless joys and sorrows, leading me to experience pathos, savor the joys and sorrows of life, and allowing me to face the world with strength. In middle age, her youth is gone, but her poetry will remain forever!
Taste the poetry in the hustle and bustle, and also taste the touch of life.
After crying and worrying, facing our life again, "Begonia remains the same", green and red are the eternal scenery in the heart...