Li Qingzhao is very talented, and his poems are full of interest. How is her love life?

I like Li Qingzhao's works, mainly because of his personality, and the works he writes are very suitable for me, and they are similar to my personality.

Drunken flower shade. The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festival is chongyang, Yuchen yarn kitchen, cool in the middle of the night.

After the east fence soaked the wine yellow, there was a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Slow voice. Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged profile, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you get a sad word?

"Drunken Flowers, Misty Clouds, Sorrowful Eternal Day". This word is the best written, describing his breezy life.

I think it's best to write slowly, because in this poem I can feel his pain and his longing for his husband.

Actually, I think it's better to write slowly, because you can see a woman's melancholy in a slow voice, and it also reads quite rhyming.

Li Qingzhao (1084, c. 1151): A female lyricist of the Southern Song Dynasty. No. Yi'an Jushi, Qizhou Zhangqiu (today.

Shandong) people. His father Li Gefei was a famous scholar at that time, and his husband Zhao Mingcheng was a Jinshi examiner. In his early life, he was rich and devoted to the collection and sorting of calligraphy and painting gold and stone with Mingcheng. Jin soldiers entered the Central Plains, lived in the south, Mingcheng died of illness, and the realm.

Lonely and miserable. The lyrics are mostly written in the early stage, such as "Dotting the Lips", which is the natural expression of the shyness of the children of Zhao Mingcheng when he first saw Zhao Mingcheng as a girl, among which "Leaning on the door and looking back, but smelling the green plums" has always been praised. Later, after the lyricist and Zhao Mingcheng got married, the two exchanged poems for fun, which was fun and envious of others.

"Drunken Flower Yin" points out the lyricist's nostalgia for her husband [misty clouds and sorrow eternal day] has a unique technique, and in the later period, she lamented her life experience, and the mood was sentimental, and some of them were also revealed.

out of nostalgia for the Central Plains. There is "Slow Voice" to express the complex emotions of the lyricist's country and family, his own exile and missing his deceased husband. [What a sad word! In terms of form, make good use of white drawing techniques, find your own way, and the language is clear and beautiful. The Analects emphasize harmony and worship.

It is still elegant and emotional, and puts forward the word "other family", and opposes the method of composing poetry and writing. And can poetry, preservation.

There are not many, some of the chapters are full of history, and the love words are generous, which is different from its style of words. There are "Yi'an Jushi Anthology", "Yi.

Anzi", which has been dispersed. Later generations have a compilation of "Shuyu Ci". Today's people have "Li Qingzhao's Collection of Proofnotes".

The rest of the poems include two poems such as "Like a Dream Order", five poems of "Huanxi Sha", two poems of "Appeal to Love", two poems of "Bodhisattva Man", "Good Things Are Near", "Qingping Le", "Remembering Qin'e", "Adding Words to Pick Mulberries", "Spreading the Huanxi Sha" two poems, "Wuling Chun", "Nangezi" and so on.

If there is anything else you want to know, please ask, I hope to answer your questions.

Tap the lips and kick the swing, get up and straighten the slender hands.

Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent.

Seeing someone coming, the socks slipped through the golden hairpin.

and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums.

It is her early masterpiece, written in her girlhood, and you can see her smart girlish beauty.

Like a dream, the rain last night was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same.

Did you know? Did you know?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

This little poem euphemistically expresses the author's feelings of pity for flowers and cherishes flowers, and also reveals the inner anguish. The words are intended to portray the psychological emotions of the characters. Set off the scenery with the feelings, and commend the Seiko. Light, new, and poignant. Extremely expressive.

It is a symbol of the opportunity of its age.

Break the Huanxi sand.

Sick Xiao Xiao has two temples, lying on the window screen on the waning moon.

Cardamom and the tips are fried in water, and the tea is not divided.

The poems and books on the pillow are good, the scenery in front of the door is good, and there are many people all day long, and the wood rhinoceros.

This poem was written in the author's later years, mainly about her life after her illness, which is euphemistic and moving.

I like it so much, why not buy a copy of her anthology.

The following are some of the more representative.

Initial stage: like a dream [often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, drunk and do not know the way back. Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons. 】

After marriage: a cut of plum [red lotus fragrance remnant jade autumn, lightly untie Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building. Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned and went to my heart. 】

Like a dream, the rain last night was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. 】

War: The voice is slow [looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window alone, how can you be born dark! Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you get a sad word? 】

Li Qingzhao's poems have survived too few, and most of them are epic poems. So there is almost no way to sum up her life in her poems. You can also see that the people above either use words or poetry miscellaneous. I'm going to take just one sentence from the word here to summarize it separately.

Generally, Li Qingzhao's words have two phases and three phases. But only roughly in terms of his words. If we talk about her life, there are quite a few twists and turns. In fact, her words are a portrayal of her own life.

When she was a girl, "the sleeping sand gulls and herons did not look back, and they seemed to hate and return early".

is a first-time wife, "Ronghua is indifferent, and she is innocent".

was forced to leave Beijing, "if you want to come for a drink, you will come to rest, and it may not be clear in the Ming Dynasty".

Ping lives in Qingzhou, "Mei Ding is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the painting is open to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival".

The husband is in the official career, "embarrassed by the rain, not resistant to the wind and rubbing." Who's more transverse flute, blowing deep sorrow".

Leaving his hometown, "I am only afraid of the Sungai grasshopper boat, and I can't carry it, and I have a lot of sorrows".

When her husband died, "the incense and wine were broken, and the west wind blew the sycamores".

Going south alone, "sad pillow on the three more rain, dripping rain, dripping rain, sad northerners, not used to getting up to listen".

Seriously ill and suffering, "all day long, there are many people, wood rhinoceros".

"Now haggard, windy and foggy, afraid to go out at night." It's better to listen, under the curtain, and listen to people's laughter. ”

Bitter evening scene, "guarding the window, how to be born alone in the dark".

Girlhood: Embroidered hibiscus smiled, oblique flying duck lined with fragrant cheeks. The eye waves are only guessed. On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, the half-note is coquettish and hateful, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flower comes again. (Innocent, shy and bold in the face of love.) ）

After getting married: sell flowers and buy a spring branch. The tears are lightly stained evenly, still with the traces of dawn and dew.

I'm afraid Lang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The cloud sideburns are oblique hairpins, and the disciples want to teach Lang to compare and see. (I have a deep relationship with my husband Zhao Mingcheng and my wife, and my marriage is happy).

The period of escaping south: life as a hero, death as a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. (Although she is a woman, she also shows her husbandly spirit, and in the face of the country's collapse and family demise, she has finished her eggs under the nest, and calls on men to learn from Xiang Yu and protect their families and defend the country.) ）

Later years: searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can you fight it, the wind is in a hurry at night. The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window alone, how can you be born dark! Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you get a sad word?

In his later years, Li Qingzhao tasted all kinds of life, lost his country, lost his husband, was displaced in his later years, and his life's collection was almost lost

The different feelings of appreciating plum blossoms in three different stages of life in youth, middle age and old age: drunkenness in juvenile plum appreciation, heavy tears for plum in middle age, and unintentional plum appreciation in old age.

Li Qingzhao is in the snow every year, often drunk with plum blossoms.

There is no good intention to sweep the plum blossoms, and win the tears of the clothes.

This year, Xiao Xiao has two temples.

Look at the late wind, so it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.