The author of this poem is Li Qingzhao, who is a famous poet.
Through the heart of an old friend, leaving only a trace, and finally looking back, I found that it was already a mountain, and the past was like smoke. Two people from different places miss each other on a snowy day, and the snow falls on their heads, which is considered to be a lifetime together.
At that time, when Li Qingzhao first arrived in Hangzhou, she was helpless. As a classmate of Zhao Mingcheng, Zhang Ruzhou approached Li Qingzhao and took good care of her. This Zhang Ruzhou is from Zhejiang. In his early years, he served as a petty official in Chiyang Army and was a scholar during Zong Wei's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty. Later, he became a small official and won the trust of Li Qingzhao with sweet words.
About 1 155, Li Qingzhao passed away. At the age of 72.
I ran into Zhao Mingcheng, a teenager who loves each other and longs to grow old. Living with my husband is very fulfilling, but my mother-in-law hates me and is forced to separate from others. The country is ruined, living in a different place, remarried and raped. In his later years, he was alone, without a companion or a queen, and he was reduced to a desolate place. Looking back on the ups and downs of this life, it seems like a dream, but in a trance, I see a girl under the begonia tree as beautiful as spring, singing immortal songs.