Li Qingzhao s sad ancient words, Li Qingzhao s most classic words

Li Qingzhao's most classic poem "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 in a hurry? 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 sad word!

Appreciation:

Li Qingzhao's poem, written at a time to be examined, is generally considered to be her work in her later years. In Li Qingzhao's later years, he tasted the pain of displacement, and his heart was full of hatred of losing his country, the sorrow of bereavement, and the pain of widowhood.

The first sentence of the opening sentence of this poem amazes the world, "looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable", with seven sets of overlapping words, it reads low and tactful, conveying a wandering downturn, tactful and sad state of mind. The poet is looking for something in the cold, miserable and miserable world, and what he is looking for is nothing more than the return of his heart.

But she can't find a home, can't find warmth, so she can only recuperate by herself, trying to make herself live a little better, but the weather is hot and cold, the most difficult to recuperate, the evening wind is urgent, and drinking can't resist the cold in the wind. The lyricist works hard to live in the pure family, but he can't resist the coldness of the world, and the desolation in his heart can be imagined.

When I was sad, the geese flew by, but they were old acquaintances. The lyricist did not say when they met, but it was a symbol of the good life that had been. Li Qingzhao used to live an enviable life, when the country was stable, she had a good family and a husband who loved her, but now the country is ruined, and she is left alone to live in a world of turmoil and nuclear celebration.

"Like a Dream Order" is one of the most classic poems created by the Song Dynasty lyricist Li Qingzhao. It is a work of reminiscing about the past. The word expresses the taste and mood of her early life in a unique way of female lyricist, the realm is beautiful and pleasant, and the short size gives people enough beauty enjoyment.

Like a dream order (part 1).

Song Li Qingzhao. Chang Ji (1) Xiting Sunset (2), drunk (3) do not know the way back.

Exhausted (4) night (5) returned to the boat, and strayed into the depths of (6) lotus flowers.

Fight for the ferry (7), fight for the crossing, startle (8) a beach of gulls and herons.

Such as the dream order (the second).

Song Li Qingzhao. If you dream last night, the rain was sparse (1), the wind was sudden (2), and the heavy sleep did not kill the residual wine (3).

Try the questionnaire curtain person (4), but the begonia is still the same.

Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red, thin (5).

Li Qingzhao has works such as "Yi'an Jushi Anthology" and "Yi'an Ci", but they have not been passed on for a long time. The existing poetry collection is compiled by later generations, including 1 volume of "Shuyu Ci" and 5 volumes of "Shuyu Collection". His representative works include "Slow Voice", "A Cut of Plums", "Like a Dream Order", "Drunken Flower Yin", "Wuling Spring", "Summer Quatrain" and so on.

Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

"A Cut of Plums", "Slow Voice", "Linjiang Immortal", "Drunken Flower Yin", "Wuling Spring".

Like a dream, last night's rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. Try the curtain people, but the begonias are still the same. Did you know?

Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. A cut of plum, red lotus root, residual jade autumn.

Lightly relieve 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.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

The lips are lonely, and the soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain. Leaning all over the pole, but there is no emotion.

Where are the people? Even the sky is fragrant, looking at the way back.

The voice is slow and searching, 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 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, how can you be born alone in the dark?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

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 that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries.

The most famous is "Slow Voice".