Who knows that Li Qingzhao s poem is the one that is miserable and miserable

I was alone in the humble room and searched for something lost, but everything in the past was lost in the turmoil, and I could never find it again; There is only a deserted environment in front of you (there is nothing to grow in the empty house, and the outside is the autumn scenery of ten thousand trees and depression); This kind of environment caused a sentimentality in the heart, so that the feelings of desolation, misery, and sorrow came together, which was painful and unbearable. Especially in autumn, when it is hot or cold, it is most difficult to maintain. A few glasses of thin wine in the gut of sorrow could not withstand the cold wind and chill of the night at all.

Looking at the sky, but seeing a line of wild goose words passing by, I recalled that in the words sent to my husband Zhao Mingcheng in the past, I had imagined that the wild goose foot passed the book and exchanged messages, but now that my husband is dead, there is no one to send the letter, so I saw the north goose coming south, thinking of the words in the word, the wild goose is already an old acquaintance, and I feel sad.

The ground is full of scattered yellow flowers, haggard and withered, and now who can pick them with me (say, what is there to pick)! Guarding the window all day long, lonely, how easy to get into the dark! By dusk, it was drizzling again, and little by little, drop by drop, fell on the sycamore leaves, making a heartbreaking sound.

This kind of situation, how can the word "sorrow" be exhausted!

Alone, even the time has become longer, and the night has become more difficult. "Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. ”

The voice is slow, Li Qingzhao.

"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 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, 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, what a one, sad words!

The sound of slow writing was written in Li Qingzhao's later period, due to the death of her husband Zhao Mingcheng and the tragic feeling caused by the collapse of the country.

The country is ruined, the family is ruined, the husband is dead and the life of childlessness is caused.

Heart. The most important thing for people is the change of heart

The voice is slow, Li Qingzhao.

"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 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, 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, what a one, sad words!

1, "Dotted Lips and Lonely Boudoir" Li Qingzhao.

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless! Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

2, "Qingping Le Nian Xueli" Li Qingzhao.

In the snow every year, often insert plum blossoms to get drunk, remove all the plum blossoms without good intentions, and win full of tears!

This year, Xiao Xiao has two temples. Look at the late wind, so it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.

3, "Breaking the Huanxi Sand and Kneading **10,000 Points" Li Qingzhao.

Knead **10,000 points lightly and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The demeanor and spirit are like Hikosuke, too distinct.

Mei Rui is heavy and vulgar, and the cloves are bitter and coarse. Smoke through the sad dreams, but ruthless.

4, "Slow Voice" Li Qingzhao.

"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 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, 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, what a one, sad words!

5 Wu Lingchun. Li Qingzhao lived in the dust, and the flowers were exhausted, and he was tired of combing his hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries.

Mo is not so soulful, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are more yellow than yellow flowers.

Deserted, miserable and miserable.

I frowned, and I was on my heart again

The curtain rolls the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers