What did the Song Dynasty poet Li Qingzhao write?

Words: "Wuling Spring", "Drunk Flower Yin", "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·The Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Jade Mat in Autumn", "Xiaozhong Mountain·Changmen Grass is Green in Spring", "Recalling Qin'e·Lin" "High Pavilion", "Doli·Han Xiaolou", "Good things are coming soon·The wind will set and the flowers will fall deep", "Like a dream order·Last night the rain was sparse and the wind blew suddenly", "Like a dream order·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion at dusk", "Slow sound ·Looking for finding finding", "Niannujiao·Depressed Courtyard", "Modify the Fragrance of the Courtyard·Fragrant Grass Pond", "Qingpingle·Snowing Every Year", "Bodhisattva Savage·The Wind is Soft and the Sun is Fading, the Spring Is Early", "Reduced Words Magnolia" ·The wind blows outside the sand curtain at night" and so on. Poems: "Poems on the Zhongxing Stele in Wuxi", "Wujiang River", "Spring Posts in the Emperor's Pavilion", "Diaotai", "Poems of Privy Councilor Han Xiaozhou", "Summer Quatrains", etc. Texts: "Preface to Records of Epigraphy", "On Ci", "Preface to the Picture of Beating Horses", "Tou Hanlin Scholar Qi Chongli Qi", etc. Important collection of words: Red lips, lonely boudoir, and a thousand strands of sorrow in the tender intestine. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain? Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. Light up your lips. Stop playing on the swing. Get up and straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When a guest comes in, his socks and gold hairpin slip away, and he leaves 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 quells the soul and dreams are gone, the golden bun is used to ward off the cold and the hair is loose, 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. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the gentle wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade. Huanxi Sha, the spring light is dull and the food is cold, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up, and the flowers are hidden on the pillow of the mountain in my dream. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, river plums have passed and willows are growing, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet. The sandy bun in Huanxi is more combed in the lazy spring, the plum blossoms are falling in the courtyard in the evening breeze, the light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove and the brain is leisurely, the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros is still clearing away the cold. Huanxi Sha: The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed. One side is charming and full of charm, half of the paper is filled with tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. (The first two sentences are: "The beautiful lotus smiles, and the duck flies sideways to set the fragrant cheeks.") The voice is slow, searching, 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 his late arrival? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how can I be so sad! Complaints of heartfelt love. Late at night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum tree is inserted into the broken branches. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned. The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time. The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the 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. Bodhisattva Man The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. He is in a good mood with his shirt on. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Good things are at hand. The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep. There are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring. After the wine and singing, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry. Qing Ping Le Every year in the snow, I often put plum blossoms to get me drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, which makes my clothes full of tears! This year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see. Recalling Qin'e, Lin Gao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return home, and the horns are heard in the dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. Tim Zi Picking Mulberry Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? The atrium is filled with 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, and it rains every bit; it rains every little bit, and it hurts the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it! Break up the Huanxi sand, knead the gold into thousands of pieces, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless. Spreading through the sand of Huanxi, my temples are rustling with illness. I lie down and look at the waning moon on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It’s a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers and mignonette from many people all day long. In the spring of Wuling, the wind accompanies the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone. I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows. The drunken flowers are overcast, the mist is thick, the clouds are heavy, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and 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 eliminate the soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Nan Gezi The stars and rivers in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. The quilt on Liangsheng's pillow was stained with tears. He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What kind of night is this?" The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. The weather is the same as the old clothes, only the feelings are different, the old home! Resentful King and Sun The wind blows on the lake and the waves are vast. Autumn is already late, and there are few reds and fragrant flowers. The scenery of water, light, mountains and being close to people are indescribable and infinitely good. The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with clear dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early. On a partridge day, the cold sun is rustling and the windows are locked. The phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over. Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.

The partridge sky is dim and light yellow, the body is soft, and the love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light green and light red? It is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the picture railings are opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet is so ruthless, why didn't he end up with nothing? Yulouchun, red plum blossoms, are you willing to break the buds into pieces, explore the southern branches and bloom all over? I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and the balcony is dull and worried. Come and have a rest if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow. In Xiaochong Mountain, spring comes to Changmen, where the grass is green and the red plum blossoms are broken and not evenly blooming. The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and shocking the spring. The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It's a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring. The courtyard of Linjiang Fairyland is much deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build Kangcheng. There are so many things 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 The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses their beauty. It’s good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be delayed by the sun, and it will not reach the apricot blossoms. Butterfly Loves Flowers The warm sun and clear wind have just broken through the frost. The willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks already feel the heartbeat of spring. Who can be with the drunkenness and poetry? Tears melt into the remaining pink flowers. At first try, the gold thread seam on the shirt is worn, and the mountain pillow is tilted, and the hairpin head and phoenix are damaged by the pillow. Holding my arms alone is full of sorrow and I have no good dreams. The night is still full of lanterns and flowers. Butterfly Love Flower, sent to sisters by Changle Hall. Luo Yi is wet with tears and full of powder. Four folds of the Yangguan, I have sung it thousands of times. The human road is long and the water is broken, and the gentle rain is heard in the lonely hall. It's sad to say farewell, and we are so confused. We forget to leave. The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that we can pass the music and writings over the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai. Die Lian Hua has already summoned its relatives, and the night is spent 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 better to take pictures of the flowers and the moonlight. Although the cups and plates are casual, the wine is delicious and the plums are sour, just like a person's embrace. Don't laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers. Poor people are like spring. A cut of plum blossoms and the fragrance of red lotus root linger in the jade mat of autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. The fisherman is proud. The sky is connected to the clouds and waves, and the dawn mist is connected. The stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. It's like the soul of a dream returns to the emperor's house, hears the sky's words, and asks me diligently where I am going. I reported that the road leader was lamenting that the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing verses in poetry. The wind of ninety thousand miles was rising, and the wind stopped, and the boat blew away three mountains. Fisherman's Proud It is known in the snow that spring has arrived, the winter plum blossoms are dotted on the twigs, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the beauty is bathing in fresh makeup. The good fortune may be intentional, so the moon shines brightly on the land. ***The bounty is respected by the green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers. Reduced word magnolia. On the flower seller's basket, I bought a branch ready to bloom. The tears are stained lightly and evenly, but still have traces of the dawn dew. Pinglang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted, and I want to teach him how to compare and look at it. The auspicious partridge and the double ginkgo are not very charming and graceful, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither? Who taught me how to pick branches with stems and stems together? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families. Nian Nujiao Spring Love The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete, and it is a leisurely feeling to hold one's head up and wake up from the drunkenness. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today? Happy Birthday to Nanchang. When the weather is slightly cold, I look at the six leaves beside the sun and the first appearance of the steps. I want to hang a hibiscus on the scene of love, but the remaining silver arrows are thrown back into the bucket. On this occasion of celebrating Gao Hong, a bright pearl was cut off in 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. Kuang Qingyun is close at hand, and after entering Chengming day and night. Look at the colorful clothes competing for offerings, the orchids are ashamed of the jade wine. I wish you a long life, and use the pine tree to wish you longevity. Xingxiangzi The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching. The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long. Xing Xiangzi, Chinese Valentine's Day, the cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in surprise, the world and the sky are filled with sorrow. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment. Lone Goose wakes up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water. The flute played three times, the plum blossoms were broken, and there was so much love in spring. The gentle wind and drizzle made the ground rustle, prompting thousands more tears. When the flute player leaves the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. I feel like the plum blossoms are blooming in the back pavilion. The jade is thin and fragrant, the sandalwood is deep and the snow is scattered. I hate that it is too late to explore the plum blossoms this year. Jianglou Chu Pavilion, the water is far between the clouds. The clear day is forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain is rolled down. When a guest arrives, the wine in front of him is full, and the sound of singing is as loud as the water. The south branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don't wait for the west tower to sound the Qiang pipe several times. The courtyard is full of fragrance, the small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one is here, it's just like being lonely in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme that beats the wind, but can't bear the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.

I recall playing the flute on the Phoenix stage. The fragrant and cold golden turtle was rolled over by the red waves. I got up and combed my hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn. Rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay. People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare. Celebrating the Qing Dynasty slowly, the bans and gates are low, and the railings are cleverly guarded, so that they can monopolize the remaining spring. The guests are indifferent and show their innocence. After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, Dongjun will be buried forever. On the edge of the east city, on the south road, there is the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion, where people race on the incense wheel. When the feast is over, who can succeed Fang Chen? It's better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out, the golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk. Everlasting Happiness The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much do you know about the spring spirit? During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there will be no wind and rain? Come to greet him, bring him a car and a BMW, and thank him for his wine, friends, and poets. It's a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time in the boudoir. Remember to focus on the three or five. Cover with emerald green crowns, pick up gold and snow willows, and fight for the benefit of Chu. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter. Dolly Ode to the White Chrysanthemum The small building is cold, the night is long and the curtains are drooped. Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, the night comes and rubs the beautiful skin. It doesn't look like the imperial concubine's drunken face, nor does it look like Sun Shou's frown. Han Ling steals the fragrance, Xu Niangfu fans, don't compare it with the novel, take a closer look, Qu Ping Tao Ling, the charm is just right. The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance. Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, relying infinitely on people. It seems like sorrow is condensing, Han Fu 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. Even though I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river. The auspicious partridge and the double ginkgo are not very charming and graceful, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither? Who taught me how to pick branches with stems and stems together? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families. Like a dream, I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk 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 group 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. [Edit this paragraph] Personal Achievements Literary Contributions 1. "Theory of Ci" was composed of Yuefu sounds and poems, and was most popular in the Tang Dynasty. Between Kaiyuan and Tianbao, there was Li Balang, who was good at singing and excelling in the world. When the newly elected Jinshi held a banquet in Qujiang, one of the scholars on the list summoned Li first, and asked Yi Fu to conceal his name, his clothes and clothes were old, his spirit was depressed, and he went to the same banquet place. He said, "My cousin, I would like to sit down with you." Everyone ignored him. While they were drinking and having fun, the singers came in. At that time, Cao Yuanqian and Niannu were the top ones. The famous scholar suddenly pointed to Li and said: "Please sing, cousin." Everyone was stunned, maybe some were angry. When he turned his throat and sang a song, everyone burst into tears. Luo Bai said: "This must be Li Balang." From then on, the voices of Zheng and Wei became more and more intense, and the popularity became more and more troublesome. There are already words such as "Bodhisattvaman", "Spring Scenery is Good", "Shajizi", "Genggluzi", "Huanxisha", "Mengjiangnan", "Fisherman", "Ru Mengling", etc. It is impossible to list them all. During the Five Dynasties, wars were fought, the beans were divided across the sea, and the gentle way was extinguished. The monarchs and ministers of the Li family in the south of Dujiang River are elegant, so there are words such as "the small building blows through the cold jade pipe" and "blows up the spring water in the pool". Although the words are very strange, the so-called sound of a country's subjugation is sad and mournful. By the time of this dynasty, rituals, music, culture and martial arts were well prepared, and they had been cultivated for more than a hundred years. Only then did Liu Tuntian Yong change the old voice into a new one, and published the "Collection of Music Chapters", which became famous in the world. Although the rhythm is consistent, the words are dusty. There are also brothers Zhang Ziye, Song Zijing, Shen Tang, Yuan Jiang, and Chao Ciying who came out in succession. Although there are witty words from time to time, they are broken and they are not famous. As for Yan Yuanxian, Ouyang Yongshu, and Su Zizhan, all of them are scholars of heaven and earth. As small lyrics, they are like drinking water from Li water in the sea. However, they are all poems whose sentences cannot be read, and they often do not follow the rhythm. What's wrong with them? The poems and prose are divided into two levels, while the lyrics are divided into five tones, five tones, six rhythms, and clear and voicing. For example, in modern times, the so-called "Slow Sound", "Flowers in the Rain", and "Xi Migrant Orioles" rhyme with both the flat tone and the incoming tone; "Yulou Chun" originally rhymes with the flat tone, but also rhymes with the up tone and the incoming tone. The original rhyme is in the oblique tone. If it is rhymed with the upper tone, it will be harmonious. If it is rhymed with the rhine tone, it will not be sung. Wang Jiefu and Zeng Zigu's articles are similar to those of the Western Han Dynasty. If they write a few lyrics, they will be thrown off and unreadable. But we know that we are one family, and few people know it. Later, Yan Shuyuan, He Fanghui, Qin Shaoyou, and Huang Lu came out straight away and were able to find out. Also, Yan Ku has no narration; congratulating Ku has few formalities; Qin focuses on emotion and lacks trueness, like a beautiful woman from a poor family, although she is extremely beautiful and elegant, but ultimately lacks wealth and nobility; Huang focuses on the true nature, but has many flaws, such as Liang If the jade has flaws, its price will be halved. In "On Ci", Li Qingzhao advocated that Ci must be elegant, express emotions, have harmonious rhythm, be dissatisfied with heavy classics, lack of suffering, and be true to nature. 2. "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone" and "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone" which have thirty volumes? The book is also written by Zhaohou Defu. From the Three Dynasties to the Five Seasons, there are two thousand volumes of inscriptions on bells, tripods, ke, pans, Yi, Zun, and Dun, monuments and monuments, and deeds of obscure people, all found in gold and stone carvings. They are all correct and false, and they are used to gain praise and blame. The above is enough to conform to the way of the saint, and the bottom is enough to determine the mistakes of the Shi family. All are recorded here. That's a lot. Alas! Since the disasters of Wang Ya and Yuan Zai, calligraphy and painting have been no different from pepper; since the diseases of Chang Yu and Yuan Kai, what is the difference between the addiction to money and the addiction to biography? Although the names are different, they are confusing. Yu Jianzhong Xinsi, first returned to the Zhao family. At that time, the Xianjun was a member of the Ministry of Rites, Wailang, and the Prime Minister was a minister of the Ministry of Rites. He was twenty-one years old and was a student at Imperial College. The Zhao and Li people were poor and frugal.

Every new year, he pays a visit, goes out, pledges his clothes, takes half a thousand coins, walks into Xiangguo Temple, and markets the fruits of the inscriptions. Returning, playing and chewing in the opposite direction, he calls himself a citizen of the Getian clan. In the next two years, when he became an official, he had food, vegetables and clothing, and he traveled far and wide to complete the world's ancient literature and wonderful calligraphy. As the day progresses and the months pass, they gradually accumulate. The prime minister lives in the government, is close to the old, or is in the pavilion. There are many dead poems, anecdotes, and books that have never been seen in Lubi and Jizhong. So I tried my best to write it down, but I felt it was so interesting that I couldn't help myself. Later, you may see calligraphy and paintings by famous people from ancient and modern times, and rare utensils from three generations, and they are also stripped of their clothes and sold on the market. It is recorded that in Chongning, someone held Xu Xi's "Peony Picture" and asked for 200,000 yuan. At that time, even if a son of a noble family asked for 200,000 yuan, how easy would it be to get it? Leave a message in the past and return it with nothing to show for it. The couple looked at each other in despair for several days. Hou Ping lived in the countryside for ten years, picking up everything he could find and having enough food and clothing. He guarded two counties and used all his salary to serve the lead. Every time I get a book, I will proofread it with the author and sign the title of the entire volume. After getting calligraphy, paintings, Yi and tripods, I also played with them, pointed out defects and diseases, and used one candle at night to guide them. Therefore, the paper notes are exquisite, the calligraphy and painting are complete, and he is the best among calligraphers. Yu Xing occasionally remembers that after every meal, he would sit in the return hall and cook tea. This refers to the accumulation of books and history. He said that something was in which leaf and line of a certain volume of a certain book. The winner was determined by the order of drinking tea. In the middle, he raised his cup and laughed. When the tea fell into his arms, he couldn't drink it. I am willing to stay in my hometown forever! Therefore, although he is in trouble and poverty, his ambition is unyielding. After collecting the books, he returned to the hall and set up a library, a large cupboard with books A and B, and placed books. If you want to read, please put the key in the book and close the book. If it is slightly damaged, it will be punished and wiped out, and it will no longer be fair to the times. It is the desire for comfort, but instead the desire for comfort. The rest of my nature was impatient, so I started to eat more meat and wear more clothes. There were no pearls and jade ornaments on my head, and no gold embroidery tools in my room. When I encounter hundreds of books and historians, if the words are not missing or the original is not distorted, I will examine them and save them as copies. The "Book of Changes" and "Zhuo Shi Zhuan" have been handed down from home since then, so the two families have the most complete writings. So I listed several cases, resting on the mat and sleeping in the mess, thinking about my thoughts, looking towards the divine instructions, and enjoying the sounds and pleasures of dogs and horses. At the age of Bingwu in Jingkang, when the Marquis was guarding Zichuan, he heard that the Jin invaders had invaded the capital. He looked around at a loss, seeing that the boxes were overflowing with boxes, and he was in love with them and felt sad, knowing that they would no longer be his own. In the third month of the last spring of Ding, Jianyan, Mrs. Ben Tai came to the south after her death. Since she could not carry all her belongings, she first removed the important printed copies of the books, the many paintings, and the unknown ancient utensils. Later, he went to check the originals of the calligraphy, the ordinary paintings, and the important utensils. After deducting the number of times, there are still fifteen carts carrying books. As far as the East China Sea, we crossed the Huaihe River by boat, and then crossed the Yangtze River to Jiankang. In Qingzhou's old place, I still have books, books and other belongings locked up, and more than ten houses are used. I hope to ship them again next spring. In December, the Jin people were trapped in Qingzhou, and all the so-called ten houses were burned to ashes. In the ninth month of the Wushen autumn of Jianyan, Hou Qi returned to Jiankang Prefecture. After the third month of Jiyou spring, he went to Wuhu in a boat and went to Gushu, where he lived on the water of Ganxi. In the fifth month of summer, I arrived in Chiyang and was ordered to know Huzhou and go to the palace through the palace. So he stayed at home in Chiyang and went to the call alone. On the 13th day of the sixth lunar month, he started to load up the boat and sat on the shore. He was as energetic as a tiger, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was looking at the boat to say goodbye. I had a very evil intention, and called out: "It is said that there is an emergency in the city, what can I do?" The halberd hand responded: "Follow the crowd. You must have no choice but to abandon the baggage first, then the clothes and quilts, then the books and scrolls, and then the ancient utensils; the so-called ancestral utensils are the only ones. , You can hold it in your arms, you will live and die with it, don’t forget it!” Then he galloped away. Painted in the Mercedes-Benz, brave the heat and get sick. When the time comes, the illness becomes severe. At the end of July, Shubao fell ill. I am frightened and nauseous, and my nature is anxious. However, if I am sick or have a fever, I must take cold medicine, and the disease can be relieved. Then he got off the boat and traveled three hundred miles in one day and night. By then, Guo Da took Bupleurum and Scutellaria baicalensis medicines. He had malaria and dysentery and was in critical condition. I cried sadly and couldn't bear to ask about the funeral in a hurry. On August 18th, he couldn't get up and started writing poems. He ended up writing poems, but he had no intention of selling his love to others. After the burial, there is nothing left. The imperial court has dispatched six palaces, and it has been announced that crossing the river should be prohibited. At that time, there were still 20,000 volumes of books, 2,000 volumes of gold and stone inscriptions, utensils and mattresses, which could accommodate hundreds of guests. I was seriously ill and could only breathe. As the situation became more and more pressing, Nian Hou had a sister-in-law who was appointed as the minister of the Ministry of War. The guard was in Hongzhou, so he sent two old officials to deliver the luggage to him. In the twelfth month of winter, the Jin invaders fell into Hongzhou and abandoned them all. The so-called book about crossing the river in a row has disappeared into clouds and smoke. Du Yu Shaoqing's small scroll calligraphy, manuscripts written by Li, Du, Han, and Liu, "Shishuo" and "Salt and Iron Theory", dozens of copies of stone carvings from the Han and Tang Dynasties, dozens of events on tripods of the three generations, and a book written in the Southern Tang Dynasty Counting the boxes, playing with them when I was sick, and moving them to the bed, they stayed alone. Since it was impossible to go to Shangjiang, and the situation of the captives was unpredictable, I had a younger brother, who was appointed as an official in the imperial bureau, so I went to rely on him. When they arrived at Taiwan, the Taiwan guard had escaped. After leaving Mu, he abandoned his clothes and was taken away to Huangyan. He hired a boat to enter the sea and rushed to the court. At that time, he was stationed in Zhang'an. From Yuzhou to the sea, the temperature is high, and then it is crossed. In the twelfth month of Gengxu, all officials were dismissed and they went to the thoroughfare. In the third month of the spring of 1911 in Shaoxing, he went to Vietnam again; Renzi went to Hangzhou again. When the late Marquis was seriously ill, Zhang Feiqing, a bachelor, passed by the Marquis with a jade pot, which was actually Minye. I don't know who preached it, so I falsely said that there was a saying about awarding gold, or there was also a secret treatise in the preaching. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to say anything, and I didn't dare to do it. I took all the copper utensils and other things in my house and wanted to throw them into the outer court. When I arrived at Yue, I had already moved to Siming. He didn't dare to stay at home, so he wrote a book and sent it to Shan. Later, the army collected the rebel soldiers and took them away. After hearing about it, they went to the home of the old General Li. The so-called person who exists alone has no worries and will go from ten to five or six. I only have five or seven inkstones for calligraphy, painting, and ink, and I can't bear to leave them elsewhere. I often open and close my hands under the couch. In Kuaiji, the residence of the Zhong family, a layman, was revealed. Suddenly one night, five strings were carried on the wall of the cave. I was so sad that I set up rewards, collections and redemptions. Two days later, neighbor Zhong Fuhao came out to ask for a reward, so he knew that the thief was not far away. After all the efforts were made to find it, the rest could not be released. Now I know that Wu Shuoyun got it at a cheap price. The so-called person who remains alone means only seven or eight out of ten. There are only one or two fragments, and there are three or three kinds of books that cannot be divided into parts. How foolish is it to cherish a mediocre calligraphy and writing as if you were protecting your boss! Reading this book today suddenly felt like meeting an old friend.

Because Yihou was in the Jingzhi Hall of Donglai, he had just finished assembling the scrolls. He signed and tied up the ribbons, and tied ten volumes into one bundle. Every day in the evening when the officials are dismissed, they will collate two volumes and write an inscription on one volume. Of these two thousand volumes, there are 502 volumes with inscriptions and postscripts. Today, my hands are as shiny as new, but the tomb wood has been arched. I am so sad! In the past, when Xiao Yi's Jiangling fell, he did not hesitate to destroy his paintings and calligraphy with the death of his country; when Yang Guang's capital fell in Jiangling, he did not hesitate to retrieve his books despite his death. Is it possible that the legacy of human nature cannot be forgotten in life or death? Or maybe God’s will is too meager to enjoy this beauty? Is it possible that the deceased knew it, but he still cherished it and refused to stay in the world? How difficult it is to gain and how easy it is to lose! Woohoo, in the thirty-four years since I was two years old when Shao Luji wrote the poem, to when I was two years old when Zang Yuan realized what was wrong, there were so many worries about gains and losses! However, what is there must be what is not, what is gathered must be dispersed, this is the normal logic. When a man loses his bow, when he gains it, he loses his foot. Therefore, those who only record the beginning and end are also intended to serve as a warning for future generations who appreciate ancient and liberal arts. In the second year of Shaoxing, on the first day of the Xuan Dynasty, Jiayin, Yi Anshi was named. ——"Preface to the Record of Jinshi" 3. Yi'an style Li Qingzhao's poems have a unique style and are called "Yi'an style" by later generations. Li Ci has two major characteristics. First, he writes with 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 combining written language and daily life. He extracts vivid and clear language from his spoken language, and is good at using line drawing and narrative techniques to form a seamless state.