1. Poems about wine by Li Qingzhao
Last night it rained and the wind blew, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream: The Rain and the Wind Last Night"
Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can they defeat the wind that comes late at night! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
Who is responsible for drunken poetry and love? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy. ——Li Qingzhao's "Butterfly Love Flower·Warm Rain and Sunny Wind Breaking the Freeze"
Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and the dream is far from returning. ——Li Qingzhao's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love: It's Too Late to Remove Makeup When I'm Drunk at Night"
In the wine market, I prefer the bitter taste of Tuancha, and I prefer the fragrance of Rui Nao when I am dreaming. ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Day·The cold sun is rustling at the window"
Come to greet me, bring you a car and a BMW, and thank him for drinking, friends, and poets. ——Li Qingzhao's "Yong Yu Le·The Sunset Melts Gold"
The broken fragrance and lingering wine are filled with evil feelings. ——Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Qin'e·Yongtong"
The wine is beautiful and the plum is sour, just like a person's embrace. ——Li Qingzhao's "Die Lian Hua·Shang Si Zhao Relatives"
Forgot to leave, the wine cup is deep and shallow. ——Li Qingzhao's "Die Lian Hua·Luo Yi is wet with tears and full of powder"
Don't be afraid of the wind and rain, just call it a flower. ——Li Qingzhao's "Modify the Garden and Fragrant Grass Pond" 2. Get all the poems about Li Qingzhao~
Like a dream, I often remember the sunset in the creek pavilion, and I am so intoxicated that I don't know the 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 group of gulls and herons.
Like a dream, last night the rain and wind were strong, and the remaining wine could not be consumed by a deep 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 intestine is full of sorrow.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. 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 your red lips and stop playing on the swing, then get up and straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
When I saw someone coming, my socks and gold hairpin slipped away, and I left in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums.
The cup of Huanxi Shamoxu is deep and thick with amber. It melts before it becomes intoxicating, and the wind blows in the evening. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Spring is already deep in the idle window of Huanxi Sha Xiaoyuan. The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin in silence. 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.
The spring light is bland on the sand in Huanxi, the weather is cold, the jade furnace is sinking in the water, and the smoke is lingering. 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 makes the spring more lazy, the evening breeze is in the courtyard and the plum blossoms are falling, the light clouds are coming and going, the moon is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove, and the red cherry tent covers the tassels. The hibiscus on the sand-embroidered curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. Bodhisattva is in a gentle breeze, the sun is thin and spring is still early, and he is in a good mood with his shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. 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 furnace 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 is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. Complaints of love come late at night and are too late to remove makeup, and the calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branch.
Awakening from drunkenness breaks spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned. The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down.
More the remaining pistils, pick up the remaining fragrance, and gain more time. Good things come close to the wind and the flowers fall deep. There are red piles of snow outside the curtain.
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 full of resentment, and it cries loudly (left "Jue", right half, right "Bird"). Qing Ping Le is in the snow every year. I often put 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, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming.
Judging from the late wind, plum blossoms should not be visible. Recalling Qin'e's visit to the high pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin, the crows have returned, and the horns are heard at 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. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead it into thousands of pieces of gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.
Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The sand in the Huanxi River is broken, and the hair on the temples is rustling. 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.
Who grows banana trees in front of the window? The atrium is filled with yin; the atrium is filled with yin, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions. It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow; every drop of rain rains; I feel sad and hurt the people of the north, and they are not used to hearing it! The spring breeze in Wuling lingers in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all 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. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip.
I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are sad, and the day is forever, 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 are turning in the sky, and the curtains of the world are hanging down.
Liang Sheng’s pillow mat was stained with tears. He got up to take off his clothes and asked, “What’s the night like?” 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! The wind blowing on Wangsun Lake is vast, autumn is late, and there are few reds and fragrant flowers.
The beauty of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with 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 sleep in the sand and do not look back. They seem to hate that people return early. The partridges are rustling in the cold weather, the windows are locked, and 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 is 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. There is no need for light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be shy, and the picture railings are open to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet can be ruthless and thoughtful. , Why didn't you see the harvest that year? The red plum blossoms in Yulou spring are red and crisp, and you are willing to break the buds into pieces, and explore the southern branches to 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, dull and damaged, and worried about not leaning on it. Come and take a break if you want to write. It may not be possible for the wind to blow up tomorrow.
From spring in Xiaochhong Mountain to spring in Changmen, the grass is green, and some of 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 is a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring.
A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root, fragrant and lingering jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi 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.
Linjiang Immortal Ouyang Gong wrote "Butterflies in Love with Flowers", which has the sentence "deep, deep and deep", which I love very much. Using its language as "the courtyard is deep", its sound is that of the old Linjiang Immortal.
The courtyard is a little 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 a healthy city. There are so many things that can be said about feeling the moon and singing in the wind. Now that I am old and unable to achieve anything, 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 Garden is a little deeper. Spring is late in the cloud window and foggy pavilion. Who is haggard and loses its 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, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away, but the warm wind will be delayed by the sun, and it will not reach the apricot blossoms.
Butterflies and flowers bloom on a warm day, the clear wind has just broken through the freezing cold, 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.
When I first tried to clip the gold thread seam on my shirt, I found that I was leaning against the mountain pillow, and my hairpin head and phoenix were 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.
Dielianhuachangleguan sends sisters, their clothes are wet with tears and full of powder, and they sing to the four folds of Yangguan thousands of times. The human road is long and the water is broken, and the gentle rain is heard in the lonely hall.
I feel sorry for the sadness and leave the place in chaos, forgetting to leave. The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that I can pass the music and writings over the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai. On the butterfly love flower, I have summoned my relatives and will spend the night in a state of misery with little joy. I dream of Chang'an in vain and recognize the road to Chang'an.
In order to report the good spring scenery this year, it is best to take photos 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. 3. Poems describing Li Qingzhao
Wow, Li Qingzhao is famous for his lyrics, but has very few poems.
Do you want so many? The poem "Ru Meng Ling" often remembers the sunset in the creek pavilion. I am so drunk that I don't know the way back. I return to the boat late after my excitement is over, and I stray into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons.
Five unique qualities? Quatrains: Live as a hero, and die as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Words: Drunk Flower Yin. The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day is endless, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it 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 your soul.
The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Notes ①Rui Nao: dipterocarp.
②Golden Beast: Beast-shaped copper incense burner. ③Gauze kitchen: a small bed with a gauze tent.
Comments: This is a famous Double Ninth Festival poem. The author adds his own strong emotional color to the description of natural scenery, so that the objective environment and the inner emotions of the characters are blended and intertwined.
Use yellow flowers to describe people's haggardness; use thinness to imply the depth of lovesickness. The first part of the film chants the festival, and the sentence "It's cool in the middle of the night and it's coming through" has the new word "through".
The two sentences in the next part, "The curtain rolls in the west wind", have been passed down through the ages. Not only are the meanings of the sentences elegant, but the words "east fence" and "secret fragrance" are used as preludes to the "yellow flower", and everything will come naturally. wonderful. A collection of comments on Hu Zai's "Tiaoxi Yuyincong Hua": "The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." This sentence is also difficult for women to understand.
Yi Shizhen's "Lang Huan Ji": Yi An wrote this poem, Mingcheng sighed, and thought hard to win. He forgot to sleep and eat for three days and nights, and got fifteen palaces. Miscellaneous Yi An wrote to show it. Lu Defu. Dev played it over and over again and said: There are only three sentences that are perfect: "There is no way to eliminate the soul."
Chai Huchen's "Ancient and Modern Ci Theory": The mood is like red rain and flying sorrow, and the yellow flowers are thinner than each other. It can be said to be elegant and smooth.
Chen Tingzhuo's "Baiyu Zhai Ci Hua": affectionate and bitter tunes are often followed in Yuan people's lyrics and music.
Tang Guizhang's "Brief Interpretation of Tang and Song Ci": This poem is deeply emotional and bitter, and is highly appreciated in ancient and modern times. First, let’s talk about the boring scene of eternal daylight, and secondly, let’s talk about the touching scene of the Double Ninth Festival.
Change your head and drink wine at night. In the end, it was extremely sad because the flower's thinness affected my own thinness.
What is particularly wonderful is the word "Mo Dao" that evokes it, which is exactly the same as Fang Hui's sentence "How much do you know about leisure and sorrow". The word? The voice is slow, searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two glasses of light wine can't defeat his late arrival! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Notes ①Jianxi: will take a rest.
②How to produce: How, how. ③This time: this series of situations.
Comments: This is a masterpiece that shocked the world of poetry after Li Qingzhao’s journey to the south. Through the depiction of autumn scenery and autumn sentiments, it expresses the sorrow of the ruin of the country and the loss of the world, which has the color of the times.
In terms of structure, it breaks the limitations of the upper and lower parts. The whole poem is concentrated on one breath, deliberately exaggerating the sadness, making it feel like crying and complaining, which is deeply touching. The first sentence contains fourteen repeated words, which vividly expresses the author's mood.
The following "bits and pieces" are connected to each other, showing the author's lonely melancholy and turbulent state of mind. The whole poem is full of tears, lingering and sad, and full of artistic appeal.
Commentary on "Helin Jade Dew" by Luo Dajing: It begins with seven consecutive characters, which shows how creative a woman is. Yang Shen's "Ci Pin": Among the people of the Song Dynasty, Yi An was also called Guan Jue when writing lyrics. He should compete with Qin Qi and Huang Jiu in terms of clothes and hats, not only in the boudoir.
The title of the poem "Shu Yu Ji" has not been found, and the word "Slow Voice" is the most subtle. Zhang Duanyi's "Gui'er Collection": This is Gongsun Da Niang's sword dancing hand. This dynasty is not an incompetent poet. There has never been a fourteen-fold character who uses the fugues in "Selected Works".
After that, it is said that "the phoenix trees are drizzled more and more, and it is drizzling at dusk", and the words are repeated, but there are no ax chisel marks. There is also a strange word: "Guarding the window, how can one be black by being alone?" No second person is allowed to touch the word "black".
The woman has such writing style, which is almost full of energy. Xu Yi's "Ci Yuan Cong Tan": The first sentence contains fourteen overlapping characters, which is really like big and small beads falling on a jade plate.
Liu Tiren's "Essays of Qi Song Tang": "It is the most difficult for layman Yi An to breathe" and "How can one word "sorrow" be so profound? It is profound, subtle and elegant, without any clutter or quatrains. This is the way to go. He is the first person in his profession. Zhou Ji's "Preface to the Selected Poems of Jie Cunzhai": Li Yian's "miserable and pitiful" has three rhymes and six double tones, which are cultivated and not picked up by chance.
Xu Angxiao's "Ci Comprehensive Occasion Commentary": Yi'an's poem is quite airy, but people in the past called it so popular that it is almost incomprehensible. Chen Tingzhuo's "Bai Yu Zhai Ci Hua": The last piece is full of magical movement, which becomes more and more wonderful the more it is sung.
Lu Ying's "Wen Hua Lou Ci Hua": The word "slow voice" is extremely frustrating and sad. Wu Hao's "Poems of Celebrities in the Past Dynasties": Yi An specializes in poetry, expresses his grace and elegance, and can also refine it.
The best thing about his "Slow Voice" is that the four words "bit by bit" are added at the end, which corresponds to the previous one. It is not a hasty sentence, playing with the power of writing, and self-correction. , a rare poet, Shu Jisu and Xin Zhiya. Liang Shaoren's "Essays on Liangba Qiuyu'an": Li Yi'an's poem: "Looking for and looking for, deserted and lonely, miserable and miserable", with fourteen words in a row, it is a surprise victory, which is really incredible.
Liang Qichao's "Emotions Expressed in Chinese Rhymes": That kind of loneliness and panic situation cannot be understood by anyone but myself; therefore, every word and every tear must be swallowed through gritted teeth. Words: Yong Yu Le 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 beautiful car and a BMW, and thank him for your wine, friends, and poets.
In the prosperous day of Zhongzhou, there are many defects in the boudoir door. I remember that I focused on the three or five, paved with green crowns, twisting golden snow willows, and competing for Chu. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Notes ①The setting sun melts gold: The color of the setting sun is like molten gold. ② Combined jade: combined into one piece like jade.
③Blowing the plum flute with resentment: refers to the sound of the flute playing the tune "Plum Blossoms Fall". ④Sequence: Continue to ⑦Put Cuiguaner: Women's hat decorated with green feathers.
⑧Twisted golden snow willow: a decoration on women’s heads during the Lantern Festival. ⑨Cluster belt: the meaning of dressing up.
Commentary: This poem expresses the sadness and loneliness after the separation by comparing the two scenes of celebrating the Lantern Festival before and after the southern crossing. The first film expresses the mood from the scene before the eyes.
The next film expresses the emotion of the country's destruction and family destruction through the comparison between the past and the present, and expresses the deep and tragic mood. The whole poem is a blend of scenes, with ups and downs.
From the present to the past, and from the past to the present, there is a sharp contrast between the rise and fall of the present and the past. The feelings are deep and sincere.
The language is fresh in its simplicity, and its workmanship is found in its plainness. Commentary on Zhang Duanyi's "Gui'er Collection": Li Shi, a lay scholar in Yi'an, was the wife of Zhao Mingcheng. 4. About Li Qingzhao’s poems
Li Qingzhao’s poems can be divided into two periods: the southern crossing.
The early poems mainly describe the themes of grief, resentment, and boudoir life, showing the sentimental personality of the female poet. For example, "Like a Dream Ling" describes the feelings of cherishing spring and loving flowers: Last night the rain was drenched and the wind was so heavy that I couldn't sleep. I tried the remaining wine on the curtain, but the person behind the curtain asked whether the crabapple still knew whether it should be green, fat, red and thin. Another song: "Like a Dream Ling" Chang I remember that at dusk in the creek pavilion, I was drunk and I didn’t know my way back. I returned to the boat late at night and strayed into the depths of the lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, I was startled by a pool of European herons. The idle window of the sandy courtyard in Huanxi was deep in spring. The heavy curtains were not rolled up and the shadows were heavy. I leaned against the building and was speechless. piano.
Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it overcast, 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 will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk. 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 Huanxi Sand Curtain opens with a smile. She leans against the precious duck and kisses her fragrant cheeks. Only then will her eyes move and others will guess. 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.
The words of farewell she wrote because of Zhao Mingcheng's absence were deeply affectionate and unique. For example, "Drunk Flower Yin" describes how the female poet felt extremely lonely during the "Festive Festival and Double Ninth Festival", so she used the metaphor of yellow flowers to say: The mist is thick, the clouds are sad, the day is ever auspicious, the brain sells golden beasts, the festival is Double Ninth Festival, and the gauze kitchen is cold in the middle of the night. After the first exposure to the wine in Dongli, after dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. I can't help but feel ecstasy. The west wind is thinner than the yellow flower. The concept is novel and the taste is elegant. It is not comparable to the general complaints of male writers.
Another example is the second part of "A Cut of Plum", which expresses the poet's mood of looking forward to a letter from her husband: Flowers are floating, water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, two places are idle, and there is no way to eliminate this feeling. Only when I lowered my brows did I think about her later years. The poem is full of the strong sentiment of "things are different and people are not the same", thus expressing her deep attachment to her motherland and the past. For example, the first film of "Slow Voice" expresses the poet's sense of loss while "searching and searching" without any sustenance, as well as his demeanor of being alone and sad in a "deserted, miserable and miserable" environment.
The next film touches the scene and expresses the sadness and self-pity of autumn: "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground and become haggard. Who can bear to pick them now, watching the window alone? How can there be black phoenix trees? And also drizzle till dusk. How can it be the first one this time?" The word "sorrow" is very clear. The language of the whole poem is clear, the rhythm is fast, and the mood is sad. Another famous song "Yong Yu Le" evokes the sentimentality of the "Lantern Festival" and recalls the "Shengyue of Zhongzhou" in the past.
The next piece reads: In the prosperous days of Zhongzhou, when the boudoir has too much time, I remember that I pay more attention to paving green crowns and twisting golden snow willow clusters to fight for Chu. Now I am haggard and wind-laden, with frosty temples. I am afraid of going out at night, so why not listen under the curtain? The entire poem "Renxiaoyu" reveals the deep sorrow for the country's changes, past happiness and present sorrow. Later, when Liu Chenweng, a poet in the late Song Dynasty, read this poem, he couldn't help "sobbing for it". Li Qingzhao's poetry has a unique style and is called "Yi An Ti" by later generations.
The main characteristics of Li's Ci are: First, he writes the lyrics based on his female identity and special experience, creating an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, thereby expanding the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful Ci. Second, he is good at extracting vivid and clear language from written language and daily spoken language; he is good at using line drawing and narrative techniques to form a coherent state.
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.
Pink lips are lonely in the boudoir, and there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestines. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, 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 soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up. The spring has deepened through 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.
Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to wither. 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 will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk. 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 Huanxi Sand Curtain opens with a smile. She leans against the precious duck and kisses her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved by others.
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.
Telling the story of one’s heartfelt love. It’s too late to remove makeup at night, and the calyx of a plum tree is inserted into a broken branch. 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 Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace 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 prompts the dawn, 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 and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. 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 coming soon. The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, 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 me full of tears! This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
Reminiscing about Qin E. Lin Gao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return, and the horns are heard in the dusk.
The broken fragrance lingers with evil feelings, and the west wind urges the sycamore trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
Add the word "picking mulberry seeds" Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? The atrium is filled with yin; the atrium is filled with yin, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions. It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow; every drop of rain rains; I feel sad and hurt the people of the north, and they 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.
The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.
Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. Spreading through the sand of Huanxi, my temples started to flutter due to illness. I lay down and looked at the waning moon from the window. 5. About Li Qingzhao's poems about life
Huanxi Sand
The cup of amber is as thick as Mo Xu's, melting before it becomes intoxicating, and the wind blowing in the late afternoon.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
Huanxi Sand
The spring is deep in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yaoqin in silence.
Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to wither.
Huanxi Sand
In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain.
In the future, petrels will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sand
The bun hurts the spring, and the comb is more combed. The evening breeze is in the courtyard, and the plum blossoms are falling. , The red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sand
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to make people guess.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. 6. Poems with the word "you"
The dream comes at night and suddenly returns home - Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao" The housekeeper Ai Yiying wants to come, calling it Youlan. Not to be admired - Pre-Qin · Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" When he was about to stop, he was still lingering under the orchids - Pre-Qin · Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" The world is dim and ambiguous, with the dim light coming, who can see the good and evil of the rest - Pre-Qin · Qu Yuan In "Li Sao", Guan Ying's words are slippery, and it's hard to swallow the spring under the ice - Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing/Pipa Yin" There is also sadness and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound - Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing/" "Pipa Yin" The sound of words has been silent for a long time at night, as if hearing the sobs and swallowing - Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Shi Hao Li" Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring again - Tang Dynasty Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" I have been here for a while, so quiet Live up to your word - Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion" A lonely grassy stream grows beside it, with orioles chirping in the deep trees - Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, "Xi Jian of Chuzhou".
7. Regarding Li Qingzhao’s poems
It seems that you are talking about Su Hui’s Xuanji Pictures...
Qin Qingliu Chu stirs strings Shang Qin You sounds sad and destroys Tibetan sounds and chants Thinking about the empty hall, feeling sad and admiring, hurting benevolence
Walking eastward to the corridor, traveling westwards, Wang Zishu, graceful Bo Shao Nan, Zhou Fengxing, sighed and lamented his wisdom after his concubine was separated from her in the desert.
Lan Xiu The shadow of the peach grove, the sorrow of returning home, the thoughts of the female guard Zheng Chu and Fan Li in the festival, the hurtful feelings in the open road
Flying in the swallow's nest, two doves in the earth, winding road, chanting and lamenting that they can't fly high and clear. The king of the house has no family virtues
The flowing spring of love stirs up his family, and he is prosperous and prosperous. Qi Shang doubles his song. I am dressed in beautiful clothes, decorated with a bright face, and the mirror is bright.
Xi Chang Jun is sad and hateful. The old flowers are blooming, the emeralds are blooming, the emeralds are flowing, the beauty is beautiful, and the appearance is beautiful. Who do you feel the brilliance of the stars? Chasing each other, thinking and feeling, who is the prosperous Tang Dynasty
The spring is different, the benevolent king is glorious, the body is suffering, but the life is full of hardships, the sorrow is entangled, how will the love stand up to the sky, swear to the sky, and remain loyal to the end
Walls, birds, hearts, and shores are deep and full of worries. They are infants and algae. The tigers and dragons are self-reflecting. I think about the beauty of the Cen-shaped city. The glory of the Ming Dynasty is wonderful. Qi Zizi's hurt feelings are still deep, but it's hard to show them
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I am sincere, confused, immersed, and haggard. What injustice was done to me in my life? I am full of beauty and embroidered clothes. I have a dream. I have to work hard and be cautious. I am careful and prosperous. The moral principles are gone. There is no end to the end of the mulberry poem, the beginning of the poem, the benevolence of Yan Zhen, the coldness of the country, the deep prosperity of Ji Yuan, the glory of the people
Therefore, the deceased relatives are floating in the sky, the thoughts are full of sorrow, the spirit of Hui is prosperous, the wind is better than the beginning of peace, the love of the virtuous is mourned, and the things are lost as the years go by. Chapter of misfortune and calamity
New and old news, leaving heaven, committing sins, betraying gods, and feeling resentful. Ye Meng Luli's poems and pictures show that traveling in China will eventually wither in the abyss, observing the great Zhao Jie, who is a virtuous person
Binggu is isolated, virtue and resentment are due to Youyuan's dumping, proclaiming the words, rationality, and righteousness. Relying on the evil but
Qi Jun is so precious that he is prepared to mourn and miss the past. Feeling the decline of the past is the old sin and the calamity of the past. He harms the saints with his flying words and gestures
Jiezi, I am a tree. My roots are far away, I sigh forever, I feel sorrow, worry and labor, who is the one who lives alone in the chariot pole of Zhaoyan? Sigh on the Internet to guard against the youth, the solid man, the arrogant and loyal man
The fresh quilt, the Yin uniform, the Xin Feng, who knows me, who is different from the world, the strange, the despicable, how can Luo Mengqing be born as the Yingzhen Emperor
Pure Zhenzhiyi The specialized institute is when the sand flows and fades, the floating and sinking, the Chinese and English shadows, the sun and the sun, the west of the forest, the Zhaojing and the thin elm, and the mulberry sky. Slanderous, stubborn and ferocious horse
Who is floating in the clouds, flying lightly, showing off, losing money, never gaining, there will be prosperity and decline, no day, no flow, modesty, retirement, filial piety, kindness and separation
Thoughts, glory, order and charm Shu Wen De left his loyal body against his will and was extremely angry. He Shi sent a telegram to suspect his distant family and Yong Piao. Zhen Shu's thoughts are floating
The sound of sadness is very good, what is the sadness of the saint, but the sadness is connected to the gods, and the Zhen is remembered from Gongjiang
The spring injury should be Xiang Yan Guihuang passed away and became a man. He left behind a body and left behind. He was born with no difference. Respect and filial piety are the basis of Xiang.
His father is strong and soft, and his daughter is a bitch. The house is quiet and the place is small. The body is small and the long road is full of sorrow and wilderness. Minliang Mountain is separated by Hejin
This 8. Li Qingzhao’s poems about melancholy
Li Qingzhao is best at writing about melancholy. Since Li Qingzhao has many poems about melancholy, examples are as follows:
1. The mist is thick and the clouds are so sad that the day will last forever; "Drunken Flower Yin·The mist is thick and the clouds are sad that the day will last forever"
2. How can the word "sorrow" be so good; "Slow Voice·Searching" "Looking for"
3. The dull and damaged lantern is full of sorrow; "Spring in the Jade House"
4. An inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow; "Dianchou Lip·Lonely Purdah"
< p> 5. There is no good dream when you are alone and full of sorrow; "Butterflies Love Flowers and Leave Love"6. It is not like Sun Shou's frown; "Dolly Xiaolouhan"
7 , Like melancholy condensing leftovers from the Han Dynasty; "Dolly·Han Xiaolou"
8. A new melancholy; "Recalling the Flute Blowing on the Phoenix Platform·Fragrant Cold Golden Ni"
9 , blowing the heavy sorrow; "Man Ting Fang · Spring Hidden in the Small Pavilion"
10. Do not allow people to be sad; "Niannujiao · Depressed Courtyard"
11. Smell people with sadness A Thousand Miles of Dreams; "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·Rubbing through ten thousand points of gold"
12. Worrying about the northerners, not used to hearing it; "Tianzi picking mulberries·Who grows banana trees in front of the window"
13. Unable to carry the load, there are many sorrows; "Wulingchun·The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone"
14. In the world, there is a lot of sorrow in the sky; "Xingxiangzi·The crickets sing in the grass"
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15. Worry about the past when sober; "Xingxiangzi·Sky and Autumn Light"
16. Two places of worry; "One Cut Plum·Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Jade Mushroom Autumn"
17. The boring and damaged lantern is full of sorrow; "Spring in the Jade House"
18. Two places of leisure and sorrow; "One cut of plum blossom/one plum blossom"
19. Holding the deep sorrow alone No good dreams; "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·The warm sun and sunny winds are breaking through the freezing cold"
20. The world is full of sorrow, but the sky is full of sorrow; "Xingxiangzi·The crickets are singing in the grass"
21 , Idle sorrow is also like the bright moon; "The name of disorder"
22. The sorrowful person has a thousand-mile dream; "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi/Shanhuazi"