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If you want to forget unless you are drunk, the incense is still burning when you are drunk and sleeping, and when the incense is burned, the drunkenness has not faded. It means that the sorrow is deep, and it is difficult to dissipate.

Li Qingzhao is a bodhisattva.

The wind is soft, the spring is still early, and the jacket is in a good mood at first glance. Sleep slightly cold, plum blossom sideburns remnants. Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk. When the water is lying down, it is burned, and the incense and wine are not eliminated.

Li Qingzhao Bodhisattva Barbarian The wind is soft and the spring is still early, and the jacket is in a good mood at first glance. Sleep slightly cold, plum blossom sideburns remnants.

Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk. When the water is lying down, it is burned, and the incense and wine are not eliminated.

Spring has just arrived, and although the sun is still weak, the wind has become softer and less fierce than in winter, and the weather is gradually getting warmer. In the early spring in the south, people changed into jackets and were very happy. Because I just woke up and felt a little cold, the plum blossoms on my sideburns had already fallen.

**Is it my hometown? Only when you are drunk can you temporarily get rid of your hometown and forget your hometown, the incense burned when you sleep has been burned out, the aroma has dissipated, and the wine has not yet woken up.

"Shenshui" is another name for agarwood, which is a kind of precious incense.

When Li Qingzhao was in the confrontation between the Song and Jin dynasties, she advocated the War of Resistance and eagerly hoped to regain the lost territory, and her bitter nostalgia for her hometown contained resentment against the rulers of the Jin State who occupied her hometown, and her condemnation of the rulers of the Southern Song Dynasty who were reluctant to regain the lost land, permeated with strong patriotic feelings.

Where is the hometown, forget what it means to be drunk: Where is the hometown? It's long forgotten, except when I was drunk, I can remember it.

What does it mean: Is that your hometown? It's long forgotten, except when I think of it when I'm drunk, it's long forgotten.

Reading Li Qingzhao's words has a feeling.

During the winter vacation, it was rare to be leisurely, so I found Li Qingzhao's words to read. Li Qingzhao belongs to one of the greatest female lyricists in the history of Chinese literature, she created Yi'an Ti, is a self-improvement female lyricist, her words carry her emotions, can be described as sincere.

Her words are low-pitched, subtle and elegant. The lyricist integrates the feelings into the infectious scenes, and then transmits the feelings to the readers through the sketches, which deeply touches the readers. Such as her "Bodhisattva Man":

The wind is soft, the spring is still early, and the jacket is in a good mood at first glance. Sleep slightly cold, plum blossom sideburns remnants. Where is your hometown?

Forget unless drunk. When Shen Shui is lying down, it burns, and the incense and wine are not gone. A cold word brings the reader into a melancholy situation, and the sadness of "flower residue and fragrance dissipation" makes people break their souls and cry, and the sad atmosphere jumps out from between the lines.

The poignant mood is vivid and touching.

The lyricist implicitly expresses his feelings, leaving room for the reader's full imagination, and the more he reads, the more meaningful it becomes. People's emotions are prone to fluctuations and are difficult to grasp. The feelings of longing are still hidden at a glance, and they are repeated over and over again.

For example, her "Remembering Qin'e": Lingao Pavilion, chaotic mountains and plains. The smoke is thin, after the crow returns, the twilight sky smells the horns.

The broken incense and residual fragrance are evil, and the west wind urges the sycamore to fall. The sycamore falls, and it is still autumn and lonely. "Loneliness" was born because he was not around, and he implicitly and euphemistically expressed his thoughts about him, of course, readers can also use their imagination at will.

The lyricist expresses his thoughts and feelings through the description of his own worries and joys.

It is strongly infectious. The words fully vent the pain in the heart, which is tear-jerking and tear-jerking. For example, "Wuling Chun":

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my 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 of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries. The words in the words are simple and easy to understand, the feelings of the lyricist are not embellished, and all the emotions are poured out without losing sincerity. Thinking about it, I deeply felt that Li Qingzhao's words have been passed down for thousands of years, and they have been fresh in my mind for a long time.

"National Style, Feng Feng, Dongshan" is one of the ancient Chinese realist poetry collections "Book of Songs". This is a lyrical and delicate work that expresses the theme of war.

It takes the Eastern Expedition of Zhou Gong as the historical background, and from the perspective of an ordinary soldier, narrates the complex and true inner feelings before returning home after the Eastern Expedition, so as to send out thoughts on the war and sympathy for the people.

I wandered to the east and did not return. I'm from the East, and there's no rain. I am going back, and my heart is sad. Make his clothes, don't do it. The stinger is in the mulberry field. Dun Pi sleeps alone, also under the car.

I wandered to the east and did not return. I'm from the East, and there's no rain. The truth of the fruit is also applied to the universe. Ewe is in the room, and the cockles are in the house. The town is a deer farm, and it shines at night. Don't be afraid, Yi Kehuai.

I wandered to the east and did not return. I'm from the East, and there's no rain. The storks are singing in the wall, and the women are sighing in the room. Sprinkle and sweep the dome, I will ask for it. There is a bitter melon, and there is a chestnut salary. The self is gone, in the present three years.

I wandered to the east and did not return. I'm from the East, and there's no rain. Cang Geng is flying, shining its feathers. The son of Yu returned, and the emperor rejected his horse. Ninety of its knots, ninety of its rituals. Its new Kongjia, its old is like that!