Li Qingzhao s words have always been fresh and tactful, bitter and sad, and extremely lyrical

"Slow Voice".

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 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 and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you get 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 pride of the fisherman" is cloudy and foggy, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance. It was as if the dream soul had returned to the emperor's place, heard the words of heaven, and asked me diligently where I had returned.

I reported that the road was long and the sun was twilight, and there were amazing sentences in learning poetry. Ninety thousand miles of wind is lifting, the wind rests, and the boat blows the three mountains.

Linjiang fairy courtyard is deep and deep, the cloud window fog pavilion is often open, the willow and plum calyx are gradually distinct, the spring returns to the Moling tree, and the people are old and build a healthy city.

How many things are there to feel the moon and the wind, now that I am old and unsuccessful, who is haggard and more carved, it is meaningless to try the lights, and I am not in the mood to step on the snow.

Nangezi turns the stars in the sky, and the curtain hangs on the earth. The cool pillow is stained with tears, and Luo Yi is untied and asked, what is the night?

The green lotus canopy is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are scarce. The old weather and old clothes, only the feelings are not the same, the old home!

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.

There is also a very famous poem:

Summer quatrain. Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

The so-called "boudoir show" refers to Li Qingzhao herself as a woman, writing women's hearts with a woman's pen, delicate and expressive, and natural, neither need to be like a man to figure out the female mentality and "use a man as a boudoir", nor do she need to pretend to be a man's voice; "Lin Xiafeng" refers to Li Qingzhao's demeanor and charm of a scholar answering his brother's book. Hence Li Qingzhao's wordsGraceful and suave, soft and rigid, containing passionate and heroic dust。For example, "Fisherman's Pride.

Remembering Dreams": The sky is connected with clouds and fog, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance. It's like a dream soul returning to the emperor's place. Hearing the heavenly words, he asked me where I was going. I reported that the road was long and the sun was twilight, and there were amazing sentences in learning poetry. Ninety thousand miles of wind is moving. The wind rested, and the Pengzhou blew to take the three mountains of Qinghong.

The extraordinary husbandly spirit of Li Qingzhao's character is vividly reflected.