How to treat Li Qingzhao

Later generations' evaluation of Li Qingzhao often ends with her melancholy, but I don't know that in her heart, she always braved the spark of resistance and shouted for her ideals. She is worried because she can't see the way out! She doesn't obey powerful people and doesn't do anything against her will. She is a relative of Qin Gui, the powerful minister of the dynasty, and Qin Gui's wife is her second uncle's daughter and cousin. But Li Qingzhao has nothing to do with them. Even in the most difficult time of her marriage, she would rather invite distant relatives than visit the Qin family. When Fu Qin was completed, she refused to attend the grand banquet of relatives and friends. She is not satisfied with "learning shocking sentences in poetry", but "sending blood and tears to mountains and rivers" She hopes to recover lost ground and "go straight to Huanglong City with purple mud". But what did she see? It is the false prosperity of the capital of Qing 'an, the strange thing that the court suppressed people with lofty ideals and persecuted loyal officials, and the cry of blood and tears of leading soldiers and national righteous people. 1 14 1 year, that is, when Li Qingzhao was 58 years old, Yue Fei was imprisoned and killed by Qin Gui. This case shocked the capital and shook the whole country, and dark clouds enveloped the city, causing sorrow everywhere. Li Qingzhao was restless, and our poetess fell into deeper sadness.

The third great tribulation that Li Qingzhao encountered was loneliness beyond time and space.

The pain of emotional life and worries about the country and the nation pushed her into the deep sea of suffering, and she swayed helplessly in the wind and waves like a lonely boat. But if there are only these two points, it is not the most painful, loneliness and cold. Originally, it was inevitable for divorced people in life; Loyalists and ministers are abandoned and passed down from generation to generation. What's more, she is a weak woman, born in troubled times? The problem is that it is so difficult for her to realize the value of an ordinary person besides suffering from national disaster and emotional troubles. In her twilight years, Li Qingzhao, childless, guarded a lonely small courtyard and had no relatives around her. State affairs are difficult to ask, and family matters are afraid to be mentioned again. Only the autumn wind sweeps the yellow leaves in front of the door, and occasionally one or two old friends visit. She has a friend named Sun. Her little daughter is ten years old and very smart. One day, when the children came to play, Li Qingzhao told her that you should learn something. I am old and willing to teach me what I have learned all my life. I don't want my child to blurt out, "It's not a woman's business to have talent." Li Qingzhao couldn't help but gasp. She felt dizzy and held the door frame to avoid falling. The child's words are unbridled. It turns out that talented women in this society are really redundant. However, she cares about state affairs, writes books, preaches and teaches to solve doubts, and has always been extravagant. Her collection of cultural relics is overwhelming, and she is knowledgeable and eloquent in Beijing. In the end, she had no way to serve the country, no trust in feelings, and no expertise in learning. Others think she is strange. Li Qingzhao felt as if she had fallen into an abyss irrelevant in all directions, and a terrible sense of loneliness came to her. No one in this world can read her mind. Like Sister Xianglin, she walked blankly among the fallen leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn in Hangzhou and sang this song "Slow Voice", which condensed her life's hard work and laid her position in the history of China literature:

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 compare with it? It's too late to worry. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, withered and damaged, and now no one can pick them. Looking out the window, how can you be alone? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!

Yes, her worries about the country, her family, her feelings and her studies are really a word!