Li Qingzhao: (1084-about 1151) female poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. She has written 49 poems, among which her representative works are: "Reminiscences of Blowing Xiao on the Phoenix Stage", "Drunk Flower Yin", "Slow Voice", "Niannu Jiao", "Yong Yu Le", etc. Due to changes in his life experience, Li Qingzhao's poems were different before and after. The early works are bright and beautiful. For example, "Dian Jiang Lip": "I stopped playing on the swing and got up to straighten my slender hands. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and my clothes were light and thin with sweat. When I saw someone coming, I slipped my gold hairpin into my socks. He walked away in shame, leaned against the door and looked back, but he took the green plum Sniff." A lively and naughty girl is vividly depicted. Another example is "A Cut of Plum Blossoms": "The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sends brocade books? When the wild goose comes back, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers drift by themselves and the water flows by itself." A kind of lovesickness, two places of sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frowned, but it was in my heart. "A woman who missed her beloved husband was deeply moved. Later works are very different. The ensuing national disasters gave her works a sad and sad tone. Among them, the most recited one is "Slow Voice": "Looking for it, it's deserted and clear, and miserable. It's most difficult to catch your breath when it's warm and then cold. How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him? It's late. The wind is coming quickly? The geese are passing by, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up on the ground, and they are haggard and worn. Who can pick them now? How can the phoenix trees be darkened by the drizzle at dusk? Bit by bit. This time, how can the word "sorrow" be used? This poem uses the technique of line drawing to describe some of the common events seen, heard and experienced in a day, and expresses the deep sorrow of a woman who has left her hometown and lost her family. It was poured out so vividly that it brought tears to the eyes. This is a portrayal of her later life, and also a portrayal of the tragic lives of thousands of women struggling in misery at that time. As a master of the graceful school, Li Qingzhao's poetry has its own characteristics. She creatively creates distinct and perfect artistic images, which focus on expressing strong inner feelings. At the same time, she is good at learning languages ??from the folk and loves to use spoken language, which is as clear as words and full of life. Some poems and chapters have novel and strange ideas. The poem "Slow Sound" quoted above uses fourteen overlapping words in the beginning of the sentence. How bold the writing is! No wonder the predecessors praised her and said: This is Gongsun Auntie's sword dancing hand. This dynasty is not an incompetent person, and there has never been a person with less than fourteen folds. The complete collection of Li Qingzhao's poems "Like a Dream" I often remember that the sunset in the creek pavilion is so intoxicated that I don't know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons. Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew suddenly last night, and the remaining wine could not be consumed by a heavy sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the soft intestines are full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain? Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. Light up your lips. Stop playing on the swing. Get up and straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums. The sand in Huanxi is more amber-rich than the cup. It melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind. The incense of Ruinao dispels the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles. The spring has already deepened by the idle window of the small courtyard in Huanxi Sha. The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin speechlessly. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the gentle wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade. Huanxi Sha, the spring light is dull and the food is cold, the jade furnace is sinking in the water, and the remaining smoke curls up. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet. The sandy bun in Huanxi is more combed in the lazy spring, the plum blossoms are falling in the courtyard in the evening breeze, the light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove and the brain is leisurely, the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros is still clearing away the cold. The hibiscus embroidered on the sand curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed. One side is charming and full of charm, half of the paper is filled with tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. Complaints of heartfelt love. Late at night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum tree is inserted into the broken branches. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned. The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time. The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the stove is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight. It’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. Bodhisattva Man The wind is soft, the sun is thin and spring is still early, and I am in a good mood with my shirt on. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Good things are at hand. The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep. There are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring. After the wine and singing, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry. Qing Ping Le Every year in the snow, I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, which makes my clothes full of tears! This year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see. Recalling Qin'e, Lin Gao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return home, and the horns are heard in the dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. Tim Zi Picking Mulberry Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? The atrium is filled with shade; the atrium is filled with shade, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions. It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow, and it rains every bit; it rains every little bit, and it hurts the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it! Break up the Huanxi sand, knead the gold into thousands of pieces, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless. Spreading through the sand of Huanxi, my temples are rustling with illness. I lie down and look at the waning moon on the window screen.
Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It’s a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers and mignonette from many people all day long. In the spring of Wuling, the wind accompanies the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone. I am tired of combing my hair at 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 still 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. The drunken flowers are overcast, the mist is thick, the clouds are heavy, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are 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 to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Nan Gezi The stars and rivers in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. The quilt on Liangsheng's pillow was stained with tears. He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What kind of night is this?" The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. The weather is the same as the old clothes, only the feelings are different, the old home! Resentful King Sun The wind blows on the lake and the waves are vast. Autumn is already late, and there are few reds and fragrant flowers. The scenery of water, light, mountains and being close to people are indescribable and infinitely good. The lotus seeds have become old and the lotus leaves are washed with green dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early. On a partridge day, the cold sun is rustling and the windows are locked. The phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over. Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence. The partridge sky is dim and light yellow, the body is soft, and the love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why does it need light blue and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the picture railings are opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet is so ruthless, why didn't he end up with nothing? Yulouchun, red plum blossoms, are you willing to break the buds into pieces, explore the southern branches and bloom all over? I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and the balcony is dull and worried. Come and have a rest if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow. In Xiaochong Mountain, spring comes to Changmen, where the grass is green and the red plum blossoms are broken and not evenly blooming. The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and shocking the spring. The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It's a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring. The courtyard of Linjiang Fairyland is much deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build Kangcheng. There are so many things about feeling the moon and singing in the wind. Now I am old and have no achievements. I feel haggard and even more insignificant. There is no point in trying the lamp and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow. Linjiang Fairy Plum The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses their beauty. It’s good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be delayed by the sun, and it will not reach the apricot blossoms. Butterfly Loves Flowers The warm sun and clear wind have just broken through the frost. The willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks already feel the heartbeat of spring. Who can be with the drunkenness and poetry? Tears melt into the remaining pink flowers. At first I try to clamp the gold thread seam on my shirt, I lean on the mountain pillow, and the hairpin head and phoenix are damaged by the pillow. Holding my arms alone is full of sorrow and I have no good dreams. The night is still full of lanterns and flowers. Butterfly Love Flower, sent to sisters by Changle Hall. Luo Yi is wet with tears and full of powder. Four folds of the sun pass, and I have sung it thousands of times. The human road is long and the water is broken, and the gentle rain is heard in the lonely hall. It's sad to say farewell, and we are so confused. We forget to leave. The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that we can pass the music and writings over the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai. Die Lian Hua has already summoned his relatives, and the night is spent with little joy. He dreams of Chang'an in vain, and recognizes the road to Chang'an. In order to report the good spring this year, it is better to take pictures of the flowers and the moonlight. Although the cups and plates are casual, the wine is delicious and the plums are sour, just like a person's embrace. Don't laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers. Poor people are like spring. A cut of plum blossoms and the fragrance of red lotus root linger in the jade mat of autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. The fisherman is proud. The sky is connected to the clouds and waves, and the dawn mist is connected. The stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. It is like the soul of a dream returning to the emperor's residence, hearing the words of the sky, and asking me diligently where I am going. I reported to the road leader that the sun was setting, and I learned a poem with an astonishing line; the wind of ninety thousand miles is rising, the wind has stopped, and the boat is blowing to three mountains. Fisherman's Proud It is known in the snow that spring has arrived, the winter plum blossoms are dotted on the branches, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the beauty is bathing in fresh makeup. The good fortune may be intentional, so the moon shines brightly on the land. ***The bounty is green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers. Reduced word magnolia. On the flower seller's basket, I bought a branch ready 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 temples is slanted, and I want to teach him how to compare and look at it. The auspicious partridge and the double ginkgo are not very charming and graceful, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither? Who taught me how to pick branches with stems and stems together? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families. Nian Nujiao Spring Love The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete, and it is a leisurely feeling to hold one's head up and wake up from the drunkenness. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today? Happy Birthday to Nanchang. When the weather is slightly cold, I look at the six leaves beside the sun and the sloping steps. I want to hang a hibiscus on the scene of love, but the remaining silver arrows are thrown back into the bucket. On this occasion of celebrating Gao Hong, a bright pearl was cut off in my palm. If you have good looks and good qualities, you will meet a good wife. Up to now, the hall is filled with nobles and nobles. Glory, walking in the Forbidden City, with gold medals and green ribbons. It is more valuable that Tangdi is connected with Yin, tiger is in charge of Xiongshi, and Jiahe is guarded separately. Kuang Qingyun is close at hand, and after entering Chengming day and night. Look at the colorful clothes competing for offerings, the orchids are ashamed of the jade wine. I wish you a long life, and use the pine tree to wish you longevity. Xingxiangzi The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching. The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty.
When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long. Xing Xiangzi, Chinese Valentine's Day, the cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in fright, the world and the sky are filled with sorrow. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment. Lone Goose wakes up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The heavy incense breaks the coldness of the jade furnace, and it accompanies my feelings like water. The flute played three times, the plum blossoms were broken, and there was so much love in spring. The soft wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again. When the flute player leaves the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. [Evil Belt] A charming person, I feel the plum blossoms blooming in the back pavilion. The jade is thin and fragrant, the sandalwood is deep and the snow is scattered. I hate that it is too late to explore the plum blossoms this year. Jianglou Chu Pavilion, the water is far between the clouds. The clear day is forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain is rolled down. When a guest arrives, the wine in front of him is full, and the sound of singing flows like a stream of water. The south branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don't wait for the west tower to sound the Qiang pipe several times. The courtyard is full of fragrance, the small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one is here, it's just like being lonely in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme that beats the wind, but can't bear the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. The courtyard is full of fragrance, the small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one is here, it's just like being lonely in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme that beats the wind, but can't bear the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. I recall playing the flute on the Phoenix stage. The fragrant and cold golden turtle was rolled over by the red waves. I got up and combed my hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation and farewell, there are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn. Rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay. People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! Celebrating the Qing Dynasty slowly, the bans and gates are low, and the railings are skillfully protected, so that they can monopolize the remaining spring. The guests are indifferent and show their innocence. After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, and a [bad belt] Dongjun. On the edge of the east city, on the south road, there is the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion, where people race on the incense wheel. When the feast is over, who can succeed Fang Chen? It's better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out, the golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk. Everlasting Happiness The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much do you know about the spring spirit? During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there will be no wind and rain? Come and summon me, bring you a car and a BMW, and thank him for your wine, friends, and poets. It's a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time in the boudoir. Remember to focus on the three or five. Pave with green crowns, pick up gold and snow willows, and compete with Chu in bunches. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter. Dolly Ode to the White Chrysanthemum The small building is cold, the night is long and the curtains are drooped. Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, the night comes and rubs the beautiful skin. It doesn't look like the imperial concubine's drunk face, nor does it look like Sun Shou's frown. Han Ling steals the fragrance, Xu Niangfu fans, don't compare it with the novel, take a closer look, Qu Ping Tao Ling, the charm is just right. The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance. Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, relying infinitely on people. It seems like sorrow is condensing, Hanfu is undressing, like tears are falling, and Wan Fan is writing poems. The moon is bright, the breeze is clear, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, the heavenly religion is haggard and thin. Even though I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river.