I love Li Qingzhao s poems, can you translate a few poems?

Li Qingzhao - "Like a Dream Order".

Author]: Li Qingzhao - "Like a Dream Order".

Contents]: Chang Ji Xi Pavilion twilight, drunk and do not know the way back, happy to return to the boat at night, strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.

Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Author's biography]:

Li Qingzhao (1084-1155?).Yi'an Jushi, a native of Zhangqiu, Qizhou (now Jinan, Shandong), is known for his words and has high artistic attainments.

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 was lonely.

The lyrics written in the early stage mostly wrote about his leisurely life, and in the later stage, he lamented his life experience, the mood was sentimental, and some also revealed their nostalgia for the Central Plains. In terms of form, he makes good use of white drawing techniques, finds his own way, and the language is clear and beautiful. The Analects emphasize harmony, advocate elegance and emotion, and mention the first from the first.

Please*****. The phrase "don't be a family" is opposed to composing lyrics in the same way as poetry. And can poetry, not much remains, some chapters feel the history of the time, the love is generous, and the style of words is different.

There are "Yi'an Jushi Anthology" and "Yi'an Ci", which have been dispersed. Later generations have a compilation of "Shuyu Ci". Today's people have "Li Qingzhao's Collection of Proofnotes".

Cihai, 1989 edition).

Notes: Constant Memory: Long Memory.

Intoxicated: Drunk.

Lotus flower: lotus flower.

Fighting: This refers to rowing hard to cross. Those who note "how to cross" should not follow.

Beach: Ming Mao Jin Ji Gu Ge Ben "Yu Ci" as "line".

Appreciation]: This is a wonderful hymn to nature. This poem was written when the author was young.

Write about her unforgettable swim in the Creek Pavilion, showing her outstanding taste, bold and chic demeanor, and lively and cheerful personality. With the artistic technique of white drawing, we create an artistic realm with plain beauty, delicate and elegant, moving in stillness, and light and natural language. Unpretentious, giving people the enjoyment of strong beauty.

The poems written by Li Qingzhao are described as follows:

1, "Bodhisattva Man".

The sound of Guihong is broken, and the snow falls from the back window. The bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin head is light. The sound of the horn prompts the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bullfight. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, and the west wind leaves the old cold.

2, "Like a Dream Order".

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't 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.

3, "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.

Li Qingzhao. Li Qingzhao (March 13, 1084 - about 1156 Nianhe), known as Yi'an Juhuai Weishi, was born in Jinan, Qizhou (now Zhangqiu District, Jinan City, Shandong Province), a female lyricist in the Song Dynasty, a representative of the Graceful Words School, known as "the first talented woman of lead Gaopei through the ages".

She is good at calligraphy and painting, and is proficient in gold and stone, especially poetry. Her lyrics are unique and have been passed down through the ages, and she is known as "a great lyricist". In the early stage, he wrote more about his leisurely life, and in the later stage, he lamented his life experience and was sentimental.

He is the author of "Li Yi'an Collection", "Yi'an Jushi Anthology" and "Yi'an Ci", which have been dispersed.

In the early stage, he wrote more about his leisurely life, and in the later stage, he lamented his life experience and was sentimental. In terms of form, he makes good use of white drawing techniques, finds his own way, and the language is clear and beautiful. The Analects emphasize harmony, advocate elegance, put forward the theory of "not being a family", and oppose the method of composing poems and essays.

Noh poems, not much remains, some of the chapters are time-sensitive, and the words are generous, which is different from its style of words.

1, "Dotted Lips".

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, "Huanxi Sand".

Mo Xu cup deep amber thick, not into the intoxication first melting, sparse Zhong should be late wind.

Rui brain incense dispels the soul and dreams, dispels the cold golden bun and pine mustaches, and wakes up to the candle red.

3, "Appeal to the Heart".

The night is drunk and the makeup is late, and the plum calyx is cut into the stump branches.

The wine wakes up and smokes the spring sleep, and the dream is broken.

People are quiet, the moon is still around, and the green curtains are hanging.

More remnants, more fragrant, more time.

4, "Bodhisattva Man".

The sound of Guihong is broken, and the snow falls from the back window.

The bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin head is light.

The sound of the horn prompts the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bullfight.

It is difficult to see flowers in spring, and the west wind leaves the old cold.

Qing Pingle. Song --- Li Qingzhao.

In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often drunk.

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.

Purse your lips. Song --- Li Qingzhao.

Kick off the swing and get up and straighten your slender hands.

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

Seeing the guests coming in, the socks slipped into the golden hairpin.

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

Huanxi Sand. Song --- Li Qingzhao.

The light spring light is cold and the sky is cold, and the jade furnace sinks into the water and smokes.

Dream back to the mountain pillow hidden flowers.

Haiyan will fight grass in the future, and Jiangmei has passed the willows.

Wet swing at dusk.

Fisherman's pride. Song --- Li Qingzhao.

In the snow, it is known that spring is coming, and the cold plum is dotted with Qiong branches.

The fragrant face is half-open and charming.

In the courtroom, the jade bath is washed with new makeup.

Creation may be intentional, so teach the bright moon exquisitely.

A total bounty of gold and green ants.

Don't be drunk, this flower is not compared with the group of flowers.

Linjiang Immortal. Song --- Li Qingzhao.

How deep is the courtyard? Cloud windows and fog pavilions are often open.

The willow and plum calyx are gradually distinct.

Spring returns to the Moling tree, and the old people build a healthy city.

There are many things to do in the moon, and now I am old and unsuccessful.

Whoever is haggard is more withered.

It's boring to try the lights, and I'm not in the mood to step on the snow.

Koshiyama. Song --- Li Qingzhao.

Spring to Nagato spring grass green.

Jiang Mei is broken, not evenly opened.

The blue cloud cage grinds the jade into dust.

Stay in the dream, and break a spring.

Flower shadow presses the door.

The curtain is supplemented by the light moon, and the dusk is good.

Lost Dongjun three times in two years.

I also returned, and I wanted to spend this spring.

The lips are lonely and deep, 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 bar, it's just emotionless!

Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

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

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

When he saw someone coming, he slipped away with a sock shovel and a golden hairpin, and walked away with shame.

Leaning on the door and looking back, the butterfly love flowers are warm and the wind is beginning to break the frost, and the willow eyes and plum cheeks have felt the spring heartbeat.

Who shares the poetry of wine, tears melt and powder flowers are heavy.

At first glance, the jacket is sewn with gold threads, the mountain pillow is oblique, and the pillow is damaged by the hairpin head phoenix.

There is no good dream in the lonely arms, and the night is still full of lights.