Li Qingzhao s famous poems, Li Qingzhao s famous poems

A cut plum. The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie 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.

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 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!

Like a dream. Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same.

Did you know? Did you know?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Drunken flowers and clouds, thick clouds, eternal day, Rui brain gold beast.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The following is a list of Li Qingzhao's famous poems:

Like a dream: Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not disappear and Wang called for the remnants of the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

This poem was written by Li Qingzhao when he was sixteen years old, and the words are extremely subtle about the girl's thoughts.

Last night, with sparse raindrops in the strong wind, I woke up from my slumber in the morning, and the wine I drank at last night's banquet had not yet completely dissipated. Li Qingzhao, a girl who just woke up, opened her mouth to ask the slave maid of the curtain, after a night of rapid wind and rain, are the begonia flowers in the yard okay? The slave said that the begonias were the same as yesterday.

The sleepy girl Li Qingzhao immediately said that it was wrong, do you know? Did you know? The green leaves of the begonia flower should grow fatter, and the flowers of the begonia flower should be smaller.

Dotted lips: 蹴 [cù] to swing, get up and straighten your slender hands. Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent. Seeing the guest come in, the socks [chǎn] golden hairpin slip. and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums.

A cut of plum: red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, lightly dissolve 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. Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Drunken flowers and clouds, thick clouds, eternal day, Rui brain gold beast. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Fisherman's Pride and Dream: The sky is connected to the clouds and the chain holds the 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 rests, and the boat blows the three mountains!

Li Qingzhao's ten famous poems are as follows:1, "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.

2, "Dotted Lips".

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

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

Seeing someone coming, the socks slipped through the golden hairpin.

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

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 of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

4, "Appeal to the Heart".

The night is drunk and the makeup is late, and the plum calyx is inserted 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.

5, "Minus the word Magnolia".

Sell flowers on the shoulder, buy a branch of spring ready to bloom.

The tears are lightly stained evenly, still with the traces of dawn and dew.

I'm afraid Lang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles.

The cloud sideburns are oblique hairpins, and the disciples want to teach Lang to compare and see.

6, "Drunken Flower Yin".

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and Ruizhi orange brain eliminates gold beasts.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

7, "Linjiang Immortal Mei".

The courtyard is a little deeper, and the cloud window fog pavilion is late in spring, for whom is haggard and damaged.

If you come to sleep at night, it should be a southern branch. The jade thin sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipe in the south building is blown.

Who knows if the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind will be sooner or later, don't go to the apricot blossom fertilizer.

8, "A Cut of Plums".

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn.

Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone.

Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word 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.

9, "Summer Quatrain".

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

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

10, "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 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 alone in the dark?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a one, sad words!

Li Qingzhao's ten famous poems are "Like a Dream Order, Last Night's Rain and Storm", "Dotting the Lips, Kicking the Swing", "A Cut of Plums, Red Lotus Fragrance and Residual Jade in Autumn", "Summer Quatrain", "Drunken Flower Yin, Mist and Thick Clouds, Sorrowful Eternal Day", "Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking", "Spreading the Huanxi Sha, Sick Xiao Xiao and Two Sideburns", "Fisherman's Pride, Sky Meets the Clouds and Clouds", "Wuling Spring Festival Gala", "Like a Dream Order: Chang Ji Xiting Sunset".

1, "Like a Dream, Last Night's Rain and Storm".

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same.

Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

2, "Lip Dotting, Swinging".

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 through the golden hairpins.

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

3, "A Cut of Plum, Red Lotus Fragrance and Residual Jade in Autumn".

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie 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. A kind of aftermath lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

4, "Summer Quatrain".

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

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

5, "Drunken Flower Yin, Mist and Clouds Sorrowful Eternal Day".

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is sold in the brain.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

6, "Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking".

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 the enemy and be in a hurry late?

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 one, sad words!

7, "Breaking the Huanxi Sha, Sick Xiao Xiao and Two Sideburns".

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, and the scenery in front of the door is good.

All day long, there are many people, wood rhinoceros.

8, "Fisherman's Pride, Sky Meets Clouds and Dawn Mist".

The sky is cloudy and foggy, 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 rests, and the boat blows the three mountains!

9, "Wuling Spring Festival Gala".

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrance of the finches and 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.

I heard that Sungai Spring is still good, and it has long been planned to go boating.

I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

10, "Like a Dream Order, Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset".

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.

Li Qingzhao is a famous female lyricist in ancient China, and her poems have been passed down through the ages, and she is known as the queen of men"、"Female middle school Li Yi'an", known as the first female lyricist in the ages, the queen of words"。Here are ten of Li Qingzhao's most famous poems:

1, "Like a Dream Order": I often remember the twilight of Xiting, and I don't know the way back when I am drunk. Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

2, "Wuling Spring": The wind and dust are exhausted, and the 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.

3, "Drunken Flower Yin": The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is golden. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

4, "Linjiang Immortal, Plum": The courtyard is a little deeper, and the cloud window fog pavilion is late in spring, for whom is haggard and damaged Fangzi.

5, "Slow Voice, Looking for Zhengyin": Looking for it, looking for it, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest.

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 alone in the dark? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a one, sad words!

6, "A Cut of Plum": The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn, lightly dismantle Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the west building.

7, "Partridge Heaven": The colorful sleeves diligently held the jade bell, but they were drunk and red. Dance low willow building heart moon, singing peach blossom fan bottom wind.

8, "Wujiang": Thinking about the past, Jin Ge Iron Horse, angrily talked about Qingbu like a tiger. Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Li Qingzhao's psalm is as follows:

1, "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 stupid and cautious about the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

2, with respect for "Drunken Flower Yin".

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

3, "Linjiang Immortal Mei".

The courtyard is a little deeper, and the cloud window fog pavilion is late in spring, for whom is haggard and damaged.

If you come to sleep at night, it should be a southern branch. The jade thin sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipe in the south building is blown.

Who knows that the strong fragrance is blowing, and the warm wind will be congratulated sooner rather than later, don't go to the apricot blossom fertilizer.

4, "A Cut of Plums".

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn.

Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone.

Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word 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.

5, "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 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 alone in the dark? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, sad words!

Li Qingzhao's biography, life and historical evaluation

1. Introduction. Li Qingzhao, known as Yi'an Jushi, Han nationality, was a native of Zhangqiu, Qizhou (now Zhangqiu, Shandong). A female lyricist in the Song Dynasty, a representative of the Graceful Word School, is known as "the first talented woman in the ages".

2. The life of the character.

Li Qingzhao was born in a scholarly family, and her father Li Gefei was a rich book collector, and she laid a literary foundation in a good family environment when she was a child. After getting married, he and her husband Zhao Mingcheng worked together to collect and sort out calligraphy and paintings. When the Jin soldiers entered the Central Plains, they lived in the south and were lonely.

3. Writing style.

The lyrics are mostly written about his leisurely life in the early stage, and lamenting his life experience in the later stage, and the mood is 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.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I am drunk and do not know the way back for the starer.

Xing Zhaowu returned to the boat at night and strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.

Fighting, fighting, Kaichai potato startled a shoal of gulls and herons.