Can anyone tell me clearly about Li Qingzhao’s “love history” → I’m jealous of Zhao Mingcheng

Li Qingzhao (1084-1155), named Yi'an Jushi, was an outstanding female writer in the Southern Song Dynasty and a native of Zhangqiu Mingshui (now Jinan). Famous for his ci, he is also a poet and essayist, and is the author of ci theory. He enjoys a high reputation in the history of Chinese literature.

Li Qingzhao was born in a family of scholar-bureaucrats who loved literature and art. After marrying Zhao Mingcheng, a Taipei student, they studied epigraphy, calligraphy and painting together, and lived a happy life. After the Jingkang Incident, she and Zhao Mingcheng fled to the south of the Yangtze River and lost most of their collection of cultural relics. Later, Zhao Mingcheng died of illness, and she drifted alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou, and Jinhua, spending her later years in misery and loneliness. She is a writer who has made achievements in poetry, poetry, prose, and fu, but she is best at and most famous for poetry. In her early years, she wrote "Theory of Ci" and advocated that "ci is not the same family". He pays attention to the characteristics of word style, assonance, emphasis on narration, and emotion, and criticizes the shortcomings of lyricists from Liu Yong and Su Shi to Qin Guan and Huang Tingjian.

The most talented woman was born into a family of famous officials. She had an unforgettable memory when she was young, spoke amazing words, and was well-read. The magnificent mountains and rivers of Qilu nurtured Qingzhao's creative spirit, and she became famous and outstanding in her teenage years.

After marriage, Qingzhao and her husband fell in love with each other and became like glue, "the husband is like a good friend." However, the good times did not last long. The struggle between the old and new parties in the DPRK intensified. A pair of mandarin ducks were torn apart alive. Zhao and Li looked at each other across the river and suffered from lovesickness.

Later, the Jin people marched southward, and the Southern Song Dynasty became corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was full of enthusiasm, but unfortunately he died before he left the army. Witnessing the ruin of her country and her family, Qingzhao "was unyielding in spite of the hardships and poverty". In her later years, when she was "searching and lonely", she devoted all her energy to compiling the "Inscriptions on the Stone" to complete her husband's unfinished work.

Qingzhao's exquisite writing and uncanny craftsmanship are unprecedented and unprecedented. He is respected as the master of the graceful sect and is a monument in the history of Chinese spiritual civilization.

Li Qingzhao’s Ci can be divided into two periods: the southern crossing and the later period. The early poems mainly describe the themes of grief, farewell and boudoir life, showing the sentimental personality of the female poet. For example, "Like a Dream" describes the feelings of cherishing the spring and loving the flowers:

Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't sleep without the remaining wine

The person behind the curtain asked the question, but Begonia still knew whether she should know or not. It's green, fat, red and thin

Another song: "Like a Dream"

I often remember that I was intoxicated at the Xiting Pavilion at dusk and didn't know my way back. I was so excited that I returned to the boat late

Walked in by mistake In the depths of the lotus flowers, the fight for crossing stirred up a pool of European egrets

The farewell words she wrote because of Zhao Mingcheng's absence were deeply affectionate and unique. For example, "Drunken Flower Yin" describes that the female poet felt extremely lonely during the "Festival Festival and the Double Ninth Festival", so she used the yellow flower to describe herself:

The mist is dense, the clouds are sad, the day is auspicious, and the golden beast is coming again during the festive season. The Double Ninth Festival jade pillow and gauze kitchen are cool in the middle of the night

The wine in Dongli has a faint fragrance after dusk, and the sleeves are filled with fragrance. I can't help but be ecstatic. People in the west wind are thinner than yellow flowers

The idea is novel and the taste is elegant. It is not comparable to the general complaints made by 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:

The flowers are falling and the water is flowing, a feeling of longing for two places and the sorrow of two places

This feeling can only be written after there is no way to eliminate it. Her brows are in her heart

Her later poems are full of the sad 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 all over the ground are piled up and haggard. Who can pick them now? How can the black phoenix tree grow alone by guarding the window? It also drizzles until dusk. How can I find the word "sorrow" this time?" The language is clear, the rhythm is rapid, 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 free time, I remember to pay more attention to paving the green crowns

Twisting the golden snow willow clusters to fight for the relief of Chu, now I am haggard, the wind has frost on my temples

If you are afraid of going out at night, it is better to listen to people laughing under the curtain

The whole poem reveals the deep sorrow for the country's changes, past joys and present sorrows. Later, Liu Chenweng, a poet in the late Song Dynasty, read this poem , couldn't help but "scream for it".

Li Qingzhao's poetry has a unique style and is called "Yi'an style" 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 seamless state.

Like a dream

I often remember that the sunset in the creek pavilion is so intoxicated that I don’t know the way back.

Returning to the boat late after having fun, accidentally fell into the depths of lotus flowers.

Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.

Like a dream

Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine in my 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.

Pink lips

Lonely in the boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. 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.

Pink lips

Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.

When I see someone coming, my socks and gold hairpin slip away, and I leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniff the green plum blossoms.

Huanxi Sand

Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, which melts before becoming intoxicated. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.

The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.

Huanxi Sha

Spring has already deepened through the idle window 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 Yao Qin 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 fade.

Huanxi Sha

In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.

In the future, Haiyan will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.

Huanxi Sha

The bun hurts the lazy spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard. , The red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.

Huanxi Sha

The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.

One side is full of charm and charm, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.

Reveal your true feelings

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.

Bodhisattva Man

The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the back 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’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.

The 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 still 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 insert 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. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see.

Recalling Qin E

Lingao Pavilion, the 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 and lingering fragrance are full of bad feelings, 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.

Tianzi picks mulberries

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 the sad pillow, and the rain drops drop by. The rain drops drop by, and the rain drops drop by, and the people in the north are sad, and they are not used to hearing it!

Break through the Huanxi sand

Knead the gold into pieces and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's.

How vulgar are the plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.

Breaking through the sand of Huanxi

I started to feel sick, and my temples were blooming. I lay down and watched the waning moon hanging on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea.

It is 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 from many people all day long.

Wulingchun

The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and 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'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.

Drunk Flower Yin

The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day will last forever, and the auspicious brain will eliminate 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 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, but the feelings are the same as the old home!

Resent to Wang Sun

The wind and waves on the lake are vast, autumn is already late, and there are few reds and few fragrances. The beauty of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are indescribable and infinitely good.

The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, 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.

Partridge Sky

The windows are locked in the cold sun, 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's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.

Partridge Sky

The body 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?

Yulou Chun Red Plum

The red plum blossoms are willing to break the buds into pieces, and explore the southern branches to bloom all over the place? 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 take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow.

Xiaozhong Mountain

Spring arrives in Changmen, 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 is a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring.

Linjiang Fairy

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 Kangcheng.

There are so many things that I feel about the moon and the wind. Now that I am old and unable to achieve anything, no one can pity me and I am even more haggard. 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 her 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 is blown away, but the warm wind will be delayed by the sun, and it will not reach the apricot blossoms.

Die Lian Hua

The warm day, sunny wind, and the first break of the frost, 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 tried to tuck my shirt into a gold-threaded seam, and found that I was leaning against the mountain pillow, and the hairpin-headed phoenix was damaged by the pillow. Holding my arms alone is full of sorrow and no good dreams, and the night is still full of lanterns and flowers.

Die Lianhua sends sisters to Changle Hall

My clothes are wet with tears and full of powder, and I sing it 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 message to the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.

Die Lian Hua has already summoned his relatives

The eternal night is full of joy, and I dream of Chang'an in vain, and I recognize the road to Chang'an. In order to repay the good spring scenery this year, it is better to take pictures of the flowers and the moonlight.

Although the cups and plates are careless, the wine is beautiful 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 plum blossom

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in 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's Proud

The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn mist is connected, and 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 report that the road is long and the sun is setting, and I am learning poems with amazing lines; the wind of ninety thousand miles is rising, the wind stops, and the boat blows to three mountains.

Yu Jia Ao

It is known that spring has arrived in the snow, the winter plum blossoms are dotted with delicate branches, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the beauty is bathing in new makeup.

Good fortune may be more intentional, so the moon shines brightly. ***The bounty is respected by the green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.

Reduced word magnolia

Selling flowers on the pole, bought a branch ready to bloom. The tears are stained lightly and evenly, but still have traces of the dawn dew.

Panlang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted, and the apprentice wants to teach the man to compare and look at it.

Auspicious partridge and double ginkgo

The charm and grace are not enough, 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 you 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.

Poems with dangerous rhymes are completed, and holding one's head up to sober up is not a feeling of leisure. 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?

Longevity and Longevity

On Nanchang’s birthday, it is slightly cold. Looking at the six leaves beside the sun, the steps are beginning to show. The love scene wants to hang a hibiscus, but the remaining silver arrows are thrown back into the bucket.

On this occasion of celebrating Gao Hong, a bright pearl was cut in the palm of my hand. 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.

Kang Qingyun is just around the corner, 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 into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows 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.

The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.

In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

Xingxiangzi Chinese Valentine's Day

The cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in fright, bringing sadness to both the world and the sky.

The clouds and the moon are covered with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other.

A magpie rides on a star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave, don’t hate it, it’s hard to be poor.

The morning glory and the weaver girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.

Lonely Wild Goose

Rising up from sleep under the cane bed and paper tent, I have endless words and wonderful thoughts.

The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water.

Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring.

The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.

When the flute player goes to the empty jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart?

If you break off a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.

[Evil leader] I feel the beauty of the plum blossoms 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 Chuguan, the water is far away between the clouds. The clear day is forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain is rolled down.

We sat down with the guests, the wine was full in front of us, and the singing was flowing like water.

The southern branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don’t wait for the west tower to sound Qiang Guan several times.

The courtyard is full of beauty

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 the 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 prevails, but it can’t bear the rain and can’t bear the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?

Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust 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 beauty

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 the 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 prevails, but it can’t bear the rain and can’t bear the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?

Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust 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.

Reminiscing about playing the flute on the Phoenix stage

The fragrant and cold golden cat was rolled over by the red waves, and she got up and combed her 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, 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.

Have a 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 voice is slow

Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.

How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? 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 also drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important!

Celebrating the Qing Dynasty Slowly

The prohibitions are low and the railings are skillfully protected, so that the remaining spring can be monopolized.

The guests are standing there calmly, showing their innocence in their gracefulness.

After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear.

Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, and a long-term (evil belt) Dongjun.

Beside 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.

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, will there be no wind and rain? Come to greet him, bring him a car and a BMW, and thank him for his wine, friends, and poets.

It is a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time for the boudoir, so 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 the White Chrysanthemum

The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtains are drooped.

Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, rub the Qiong muscles at night.

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, and the lady is a fan. Don’t compare it to the novelty, take a closer look, Qu Ping Tao Ling, the charm is just right.

The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the aroma.

Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, and I rely on people infinitely.

It seems like sorrow is condensing, Hanfu is undressing, like tears are falling, 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.

No matter how much 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.

Li Qingzhao, a talented woman in the Song Dynasty

Li Qingzhao was born in Jinan, Shandong Province. She was born into an aristocratic and scholarly family. Her father, Li Gefei, once served as the minister of the Ministry of Official Rites. Breath official. According to the legend of the Song Dynasty, Li Gefei was good at writing poems and chapters. His writing was lively and his narratives were vivid and clear. He prayed to Tao Yuanming throughout his life, and he had a tendency to be a man of the world. It is a pity that his works have been lost and we have no chance to see them. Qingzhao's mother was the granddaughter of Wang Gongchen. Wang Gongchen was the number one scholar and was said to be very knowledgeable. Therefore, Li Qingzhao's family background can be said to be very knowledgeable.

Her husband Zhao Mingcheng (Defu) is very devoted to archeology and is famous all over the world for his book "Inscriptions on Metal and Stone". Zhao Mingcheng's father, Zhao Tingzhi, was a prime minister and a native of Zhucheng, Shandong. He was the same age as Qingzhao, and they got married when they were twenty. At that time, Zhao Mingcheng was still a student. Although he was the son of the prime minister, he had no dandy habits. The joy of their boudoir lay in the study of knowledge. The "Inscriptions on Metal and Stone" compiled by Mingcheng was completed by the two of them through research and interpretation of pre-Qin, Han and Tang Yi ware stone carvings. The whole book has thirty volumes, which took the couple a long time. Li Qingzhao wrote a postscript for this book, which mainly describes the compilation of the book, and also indirectly describes the life of their couple.

The content is roughly as follows: The couple worked every night by lighting a candle, sometimes organizing books and inscribing them, sometimes criticizing each other's calligraphy and painting Yi Ding of the previous generation, and from time to time they also participated in some kind of competition at work. For example, if a certain thing appears on a certain page or even a certain line of a certain book, if someone is wrong, he or she must make tea and offer it as a sacrifice. In this kind of gambling, the tea cup will sometimes be tipped over in the arms, and the person will change his clothes while laughing. From this unique and interesting boudoir fun, it should be easy to see that they are both very smart people and have similar knowledge.

Li Qingzhao was versatile. She could write words, poems, essays, and paintings. One of her "pipa lines" still existed in the Ming Dynasty. No matter how far you go, you have to come back at the critical moment. Qingzhao was in the era of great changes in the south of the Yangtze River. The Northern Song Dynasty was on the verge of doom. The Jin people from the north continued to invade the south. This was the famous Jingkang Disaster in history. But the more troubled the times, the more women are needed. Therefore, it is always in troubled times. Li Qingzhao's words have played a unique role in the whole of China again and again. Compared with Emperor Daojun who was infatuated with the famous prostitute Li Shishi at that time, it obviously played an outlining and guiding role. The couple began to deal with the disaster, trying to let the disaster wash away the frivolous aspects that they only pursue when they are lucky, and seek the true meaning of life.

This exile allowed them to enter southern Jiangsu from Shandong and cross the river to Jinling, but it was harmful to Zhao Mingcheng's health. He fell ill the year after he arrived in Nanjing. Qingzhao was guarding him, the scenery was not special, there were different rivers and mountains as far as the eye could see, one can imagine how depressed he felt. The land under their feet gave them so much unspoken strangeness and so much despair, but they had no intention of resenting it. Instead, they touched it with warm palms, letting it feel the heat of civilization and allowing it to enter culture. 's history. After Mingcheng's death, Qingzhao fell into a miserable predicament. Husband and wife of twenty-nine years have a deep relationship. Looking back on the past, what she regrets all the time is the past that is worth remembering and mourning, the twenty-nine years she spent with Mingcheng. What makes her most sad is that she lost her intimate husband during her exile.

Her life in her later years was very miserable. It can be said that she had no fixed residence, but she mostly lived in gold. Her grandfather, husband and father-in-law were all famous people, and she herself also gained great fame. But she was still lonely in her later years. Nan Duchen gradually settled down after arriving in Shaoxing, and everyone enjoyed themselves in Lin'an, a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. At first glance, when you are in a foreign land, everything you come into contact with is unfamiliar. Your original self will definitely become more and more fragile, and may even be assimilated by the foreign land. In fact, things are far from simple. Everything that is foreign to you will trigger thoughts about yourself from the negative and side aspects. The landscape of a foreign land will remind people of the starting point of your life. Therefore, the more you are in a foreign land, the more nostalgia you will feel. Li Qingzhao began to chant Shuangxi, which was not in tune with the powerful people at that time. Moreover, they are still slandered by this group of people. In this environment, she sighed without hesitation, "When you come from the south, you are still timid when the Wujiang River is cold, but when you go to the north, you are sad because the water is cold." It is deeply moving.

Li Qingzhao was forgotten by the powerful people in Nandu. Even the year of her death cannot be found in the history books. According to general inference, she lived about sixty years old. A great writer must have three superior conditions to be successful: first, he must have rich emotions; second, he must have extraordinary ideals; third, he must have unique creativity. Because without rich emotions, the life of literature is lost; without extraordinary ideals, it is difficult to achieve an ethereal and broad realm; without the ability to create, one can only imitate predecessors and never establish a unique style. Among the poets of the Northern Song Dynasty, emotions, ideals, and creativity are all available, but the only ones who can go alone and form a system are Su Shi and Qin Guan; the next ones that should be counted are those Only Li Qingzhao.

Li Qingzhao’s former residence

On the north side of Shuyu Spring in Baotu Spring Park in Jinan, there is the most outstanding female writer in Chinese history and an outstanding representative of the graceful poet Li Qingzhao built in recent years. Memorial Hall. Li Qingzhao, named Yi'an Jushi, was from Jinan.

Because she had "Shuyu Collection" alive, later generations determined that her former residence was by the side of Shuyu Spring. The memorial hall is a model of Song Dynasty architecture. On the door hangs a plaque "Li Qingzhao Memorial Hall" written by Guo Moruo. In front of the hall there is a couplet inscribed by her: "The former residence beside Baotu Spring on the Daming Lake is deep in the weeping willows; the literary talent in Shuyu's collection of gold and stone records is The exhibition hall displays the portraits and writings of the poetess, as well as the stone rubbings written by her father and the inscriptions of her husband's climb to Mount Tai, as well as the famous contemporary scholars and writers Ye Shengtao, Feng Yuanjun, and Zang Kejia. , Xia Chengtao, Tang Guizhang and others' inscriptions.

Li Qingzhao was born into a family full of scholarly atmosphere. His father, Li Gefei, was proficient in classics and history and was good at prose. My mother, Mrs. Wang, also knew how to write and write. Under the influence of her family, she became outstanding in literary talent at a young age. She once wrote "Like a Dream", describing her happy life in Jinan as a girl: "I often remember the sunset in the creek pavilion, and I was so drunk that I didn't know the way back. I returned to the boat late after my excitement, and strayed into the depths of the lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, A group of gulls and egrets were startled. "In the Song Dynasty, there was indeed a "Xiting" in the west of Jinan City.

When Li Qingzhao was eighteen years old, he married Zhao Mingcheng, the son of Imperial College student and Prime Minister Zhao Tingzhi in Bianjing. After marriage, the couple had a deep relationship and often wrote poems to each other. One year during the Double Ninth Festival, Li Qingzhao composed the famous song "Drunk Flower Yin" and sent it to her husband who was working as an official abroad: "The mist is thick and the clouds are sad and the day is forever, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. The festival is the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow and gauze cupboard, It's cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in the east fence, I can't help but feel enchanted by the fragrance. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." The loneliness of the autumn lady and the melancholy of the lady are vividly displayed on the page.

According to "Gu Huan Ji", after Zhao Mingcheng received it, he was filled with admiration and unwilling to be outdone, so he thanked the guests behind closed doors, spent three days and three nights forgetting sleep and food, and wrote fifty poems. He included this poem by Li Qingzhao and asked his friend Lu Defu to comment. Lu Defu played with it over and over again and said: "There are only three sentences that are perfect." Zhao asked which three sentences they were, and Lu replied: "There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

1127 AD. , the northern Jin tribe captured Bianjing, Huizong and Qinzong's father and son were captured, and Gaozongcang fled south. Li Qingzhao and his wife also crossed the Yangtze River one after another. Zhao Mingcheng died of illness in Jiankang (Nanjing) the next year.

Li Qingzhao wandered alone in the south of the Yangtze River and spent his later years in loneliness and desolation. The poet suffered from the destruction of his country, the death of his family, and the death of his husband, and his poems became more profound and touching. For example, the famous song "Slow Voice": Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is full of yellow flowers, they are haggard and worn out. 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 can one say "sorrow"?

In the early days of his journey to the south, Li Qingzhao wrote a vigorous and unrestrained "Summer Quatrain": "I was born as a hero, and died as a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River." Xiang Yu's idea of ??preferring death to surrender was used to criticize Huizong and his son's loss of power and humiliation of the country, and the meaning was vividly expressed.

Li Qingzhao’s life experience

Li Qingzhao was born into an official family in the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084), Shenzong of the Song Dynasty. His father, Li Gefei, was born as a Jinshi and served as an official in the court. His status was not low. He was a scholar and writer, and he was also a student of Su Dongpo. My mother is also a lady from a famous family and is good at literature. Such a background was very valuable for a woman at that time. The influence of her official family background and political activities gave her a broad vision and a noble temperament. The influence of literature and art allowed her to perceive life in a more profound and subtle way and experience beauty. Because there are no photos from that time, we have no way of knowing what she looked like now. But based on the speculation about her background, and the charm revealed in her later poems, it seems that she was born to be a beauty. Li Qingzhao began to receive aesthetic training in traditional Chinese culture almost as soon as he became sensible. Almost at the same time, she was creating, judging others, and studying literary theory. Not only can she enjoy beauty, she can also control it, and she has jumped to a very high starting point, and at this time she is still a girl waiting to be married.

Please read the following three poems:

[Huanxi Sha] The embroidered hibiscus smiles, and the duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks. Only when the eyes are moved are people 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. (Precious duck, hairstyle.)

[Huanxisha] 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 are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow and cotton, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet. (Sinking water, the name of a fragrance; fighting grass, a kind of game.)

[Pointing red lips] Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When the guests come in, the gold hairpin slips out of their socks. He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums. (Keep socks off, no shoes.)

An innocent girl with beautiful hair and fragrant cheeks, a face like a flower and a jade, with a newly blooming love, and a spring heart that is hard to suppress. She lay in the boudoir, or looked at the curls of agarwood innocently, or got up to write a love letter, and then went to the back garden to fight with her female companion for a while.

It is not surprising in a thousand-year-old feudal society that rich ladies from official families enjoy a comfortable life and receive a certain amount of education. What is surprising is that Li Qingzhao did not first learn writing, become proficient in needlepoint, and then wait to get married as usual. She devoured all her father's books, and the juice of culture made her not only as beautiful as a flower on the outside, but also as graceful as a bamboo on the inside. She has mastered the rhythm of poetry as freely as fighting grass or swinging on a swing. But when it comes to criticizing historical figures, one has a strong sense of confidence and is as grand as a rainbow.

The Anshi Rebellion during the Kaiyuan Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty and its suppression were a major event in Chinese history, and there have been many comments by later generations. The poet Yuan Jie of the Tang Dynasty wrote the famous "Ode to the Zhongxing of the Tang Dynasty" and asked the great calligrapher Yan Zhenqing to inscribe it on the wall, which is known as Shuangjue. Zhang Wenqian, who was at the same time as Li Qingzhao, was one of the "Four Scholars of the Soviet Union". He was already famous for his poetry and was considered a big figure. He once wrote a poem about this stele, lamenting: "Heaven sent two sons to pass on the future, and the mountains are ten feet tall." Cangya. Whoever brought this stele into my room made my eyes open when I saw it." This poem was transferred to the boudoir, entered the embroidery room, and reached Li Qingzhao's ears. She immediately sang with a poem: "Fifty years of work is like lightning. Sweep, Huaqing flowers and willows, Xianyang grass. Five squares are used to fight cocks. Hu soldiers suddenly come from the sky. Hu horses are walking in front of the Qinzheng building, and the pearls and green flowers are all covered with dust. He is invincible when he goes into battle, and it is said that many horses and lychees will die. The virtues of Yao and Shun are as good as the sky, and the inscriptions on the inscriptions are so bad that they make gods and ghosts grind on the cliffs. "Look at this poem, it doesn't look like it came from a girl. The woman's hand. Describing scenes, commenting on merits and demerits, and lamenting worldly affairs, Li Bai and Xin Qiji, who are romantic and unrestrained, are not allowed to do so. Li's father Gefei was surprised when he first saw this poem. When this poem spread outside, it caused a lot of restlessness among the literati. A daughter of the Li family has just grown up, and her writing moves like a dragon and a snake makes a sound of thunder. The girl Li Qingzhao quietly enjoys the beautiful halo woven by her pampering and talent.

Love is the most beautiful chapter in life. It is a ferry where a person will start from here, from boyhood to youth, from the warm wings of parents to an independent life, including the continuation of a new life.

Therefore, it is full of the anxiety of expectation, sparks of collision, refreshing warmth, and the sadness of failure. It can play the most complex and shocking symphony. The lives of many great men shine with brilliance at this moment.

When Li Qingzhao was filled with all the happiness that a girl in a boudoir can get and fell in love, her beautiful life reached a new level, leaving us a love classic. Her love is not like Romeo and Juliet in the West, nor is it like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in the East. It is not the kind of sweetness that can only be enjoyed after going through all kinds of difficulties and life and death, but it starts very high. I fell into the honey pot, stood on the top of the mountain, and lived in the Crystal Palace. Her husband, Zhao Mingcheng, is a handsome young man, and they are literary confidants, so they share the same love. Zhao Mingcheng's father was also an official in the court, and the two families were well matched. What's even more rare is that in addition to the general literati's interest in poetry, poetry, music and chess, the two of them also have a more congenial career combination - the study of epigraphy. In the feudal era where free love was not allowed and one had to rely on the words of the matchmaker and the wishes of the parents, it was truly a God-given match for the two of them to have such a love ending.

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