How many hangovers are there in Li Qingzhao’s lyrics?

Li Qingzhao, a female poet in the Song Dynasty and a lay scholar in Yi An, is a representative of the Wanyue Ci School. She is known as "the most talented woman throughout the ages", and is also known as "Jinan Er'an" together with Xin Qiji. She is one of the most famous female poets in ancient China. Li Qingzhao's words are graceful, elegant and concise, and are praised by the world. At the same time, her words are full of true temperament and expression of life. Li Qingzhao wrote about drinking many times in her poems, but her state of drunkenness at different stages of her life was different.

Before getting married, I drank as a girl and got drunk three times

1. Degree of drunkenness:

One

I often remember the time beside the pavilion At the pavilion by the creek, until the sun sets, you will be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and never leave.

I always play until I have a lot of fun, but I lose to the deep pool of Zhufeng Pool.

Why did I row a boat out and accidentally scare a group of Oulus?

After drinking, I couldn’t tell the way home. This is my nature. This drink is a free drink I get to drink while the wine goes down my throat. I looked in the wrong direction and entered the lotus pond by mistake. The most important thing is that I didn't fall into the water. I'm half drunk.

2. Level of drunkenness:

II

Last night it rained lightly and the wind was strong, and my sleep was not enough to stop my hangover.

Ask the shutter, Haitang is still there.

What do you know? What do you know? It should be green fat, red and thin.

When I saw the wind and rain, I drank. When the sun rises, the maid comes to roll up the curtains and wakes up. Not too drunk. The really drunk people sleep until noon.

3. Degree of drunkenness:

"Like a Dream"

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before getting drunk. The clock was supposed to be late because of the wind.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, and the cold is broken. Wake up time and space until the candle is red.

Drunk again and slept in makeup. I didn't take my hairpin and my bun was loose. When I woke up, I found that there was still some wine in my cup, the same color as amber, with incense and candles. This is all because of the loneliness in my boudoir.

After getting married, as a young woman, I drank, not twice, but five times

1. Degree of drunkenness:

"Like a Dream"

I was drunk and took off my makeup late at night, but the calyx was stuck to the branches. When I wake up and go to sleep in spring, my dream is far away from home.

The people are quiet, the moon is lingering, and the green curtain hangs down. Move the stubble more, twist the stubble more, and spend more time.

After marrying Zhao Mingcheng, in the first few years after marriage, I spent less time together and more separation in Zhao Mingcheng’s study, and my love rested on wine. I drank too late and forgot to remove my makeup. I woke up in the morning with the fragrance of plum blossoms. I drank half of this wine and became lazy when I was half drunk.

2. Level of drunkenness:

"Huanxi Sand"

The mist filled the clouds, the days were spent in sorrow, and Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and the jade pillow and gauze kitchen are cool in the middle of the night.

Dongli drank until dusk, and the faint fragrance of yellow chrysanthemum filled his sleeves. The road is charming, the curtains are blown by the west wind, and the people are thinner than yellow flowers.

It’s hard to get drunk if you drink at dusk, the time is wrong. When I admire the chrysanthemums, I feel even more uncomfortable than the chrysanthemums. This is just the first time. When I first arrived, the first thing I did was narcissism.

3. Degree of drunkenness:

"Revelation of Heartfelt Love"

The courtyard is in a bleak state, the wind is blowing and the rain is blowing, and the heavy door must be closed. The pampered willow leaves are close to cold food and all kinds of nasty weather.

A dangerous poem can help you wake up, and it doesn’t smell like leisure. A thousand sorrows are hard to express.

It has been a cold spring day upstairs, and there are curtains hanging on all sides, which makes me feel careless. Don't feel bad when you are disillusioned by Leng Xiang.

The morning dew is flowing, the new tung trees are beginning to appear, and the feeling of spring is coming! The smoke is very high during the day, but is it sunny today?

Firstly, I feel that now is not a good time to get up, and secondly, I feel that the holidays are annoying. When she is free, she likes to lean on the railing. At this time, I was too lazy to lean on the railing. The fragrance is gone and the quilt is cold. Anyway, when I wake up drunk, it's really boring. Why? Because my husband is somewhere else.

4. Degree of drunkenness:

"Drunken Flower Yin"

The rain is warm, the wind is biting, and the willow eyes and plum cheeks feel the heart of spring. Who shares wine and poetry, tears melt into the remaining slopes

6. Drunkness level:

"Niannujiao Chunqing"

There is no happiness in the evening. Dream of Chang'an, recognize the road to Chang'an. In order to report the good spring this year, it is best to take some photos of flowers and the moon.

Casual cups and plates, careless. The wine is delicious and sour, but it is just pleasant to accept. Flowers don’t smile when they are drunk, but beautiful people in spring will grow old.

The time and background of the creation of this poem have not yet been determined. Most scholars believe that it was written after Li Qingzhao returned to the south. Generally speaking, when gathering with relatives, it is too indecent to get too drunk in front of relatives. When I was drunk, I just put flowers in my head, lamenting that the spring has passed, and I was tipsy.

7. Level of drunkenness:

"Butterfly Love Flower"

Leng Jinsi, blushing, stood up and brushed my hair casually. Ren Baoyu is covered with dust and the curtain hook is exposed to the sun.

I am afraid that I will leave my arms, that I will give up everything I want to say. New thin, no dry wine, no sadness for autumn.

Xiu, it’s hard to stay here, even if it’s just "The Proud Fisherman". People from Wuling who read far away, smoke locked in Qin Tower.

Only the running water in front of the building should still remember me, staring at SF, the legend of the soul of martial arts. Gaze, adding new sorrow from now on.

The curtains were hooked high in the morning and I slept until noon, which meant I was drunk. This poem is rich in emotion and delicate, showing Li Qingzhao's true feelings for her husband.

After her husband passed away, she drank as a resentful wife and got drunk six times

1. Degree of drunkenness:

"Butterflies Love Flowers and Call for Relatives"

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Lock the windows in the cold weather, the phoenix trees should hate the night frost. Wine is more fond of bitter tea, and dreams are more fragrant.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It is better to throw away the yellow chrysanthemums on the east fence than to be punished by not eating the toast.

This must be due to two reasons. First of all, Li Qingzhao faced the double blow of the death of her husband and the loss of her motherland. "Bitter tea" and "broken dream" mean the death of her husband. She uses "Zhongxuan Huaiyuan" to express her homesickness, desolation and sadness, and use wine to relieve her sorrow. Second, the autumn sunshine climbing up the window also means that autumn is too long. I guess I slept until noon after being hungover.

2. Degree of drunkenness:

"Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Stage"

Green, the leaves on the mountains are scattered and the smoke is thin. The smoke thins, the crows return, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The wine smells bad, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but the autumn air is still crisp and lonely.

3. Level of drunkenness:

"Yangguan"

Sunday and autumn, strolling in love, exploring Jinying, and knowing the vicinity of the Double Ninth Festival.

The first taste of thin clothes is the first taste of green ants. One is getting windy, the other is getting rainy, and the other is getting cooler.

At dusk, the courtyard was full of anxiety. When I woke up, I couldn't bear to look back on the past.

How can I endure this long night, with the moon shining on this empty bed. When you hear the anvil hit hard, it makes a small sound and leaks for a long time.

4. Level of drunkenness:

"Recalling Qin'e"

The wind is beautiful, the sun is shining, the time is still early, and the mood is good. I felt slightly cold when I went to bed, and there were plum blossoms on my temples.

Where is your hometown? Unless you're drunk, don't even think about it. Water will burn when it lies, but the incense and wine will not disappear.

This poem was written by Li Qingzhao when he went south in his later years and missed his declining northern hometown. According to Chen Zumei's "Xing Xiangzi", this word was written in 1129 AD.

This word was written by Li Qingzhao in the second year after the death of her husband Zhao Mingcheng. During the day she was sad, and at night she drank and sang until the glass was empty, watching the flames of the blue lantern flicker. From this description, we can vaguely see that the trance is Li Qingzhao's spirit, and the prosperity is the falling flowers outside Li Qingzhao's window.

6. Degree of drunkenness:

"Shu Yu Ci"

Looking and searching, desolate and desolate. It’s most difficult to rest when it’s warm and then cold.

How can it be possible to defeat him with just three or two glasses of light wine? The sad Ye Yan is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the ground. Who can pick Haggard now? Looking out the window, how can one touch the darkness?

The parasol tree is drizzled at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad sentence!

This poem is a later work of Li Qingzhao, written after Du Nan. The specific writing time is to be determined. The family was ruined, the husband died, and the situation was extremely miserable. A series of blows made the author taste the pain of wandering, the hatred of the country's subjugation, the grief of losing a husband, and the pain of widowhood. These all gathered in his heart and could not be dismissed. He had to drink to drown his sorrows, which became more intense.

To sum up, Li Qingzhao was drunk at least 14 times!