What do you think is the best word for Li Qingzhao?

There is almost no history of the cold window, and the road is pitiful. Qingzhou is engaged in Brother Kong Fang, and he has happy things all day long. Write poems and refuse to talk about closed doors, and Yan Yu Ning Xiang has good thoughts.

In the quiet, I have to make friends, and there is no gentleman and son. Personally, I find this poem very interesting, because her husband was out of Laizhou and complained at home. She said that when she came to this room in Laizhou, the windows were broken, and there were no calligraphy and painting books, and everything I had in Qingzhou was not here, and I had become like Yuan Shu when he was defeated.

Li Qingzhao said, I am even worse than that Yuan Shu, everyone in the world will pursue fine wine and glory and wealth, so I will abandon a comfortable and pure life, my husband will not be able to accompany me, so I will stay alone in this cold and lonely place, I am bored, what should I do, I have to close the door, write two poems by myself, and chat to entertain the feelings of loneliness.

"Partridge Day" is not as good as the upper one, but the three or four sentences are brilliant, the feelings are like that, and the expectations are self-promising. Nowadays, netizens always imagine that Li Qingzhao always leans on the stunning beauty, I disagree with this, I have not found any evidence of praising Li Qingzhao's appearance in ancient books, and I think her appearance will not be the color of the city. Think about it and know that this is a matter of probability, what is the probability that you will meet a beautiful woman in your life?

can be compared to singers, handsome guys and beauties are rare among real singers, most of them are Liu Huan and Han Hong, and people who win with talent should have soul resonance with this sentence "Why do you need light blue and dark red, you are the first class in flowers".

Why should it be light blue and crimson, it is the first class among flowers. These two sentences are from Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky Osmanthus": "Dull and light yellow, soft body, and distant feelings, only fragrant."

Why should it be light blue and crimson, it is the first class among flowers. Mei Ding is jealous, and Ju Ying is ashamed. The opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival.

People can think ruthlessly, and they don't see anything back then.

Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost. Li Qingzhao's remarks in the era when feudal etiquette and religion were prevalent really had quite a revolutionary and impactful force. Unlike Mrs. Flower, who "140,000 people are disarmed, and none of them are men", she subconsciously puts women in a lower position than men.

Li Qingzhao did not make a fuss about gender, putting men and women on the opposite side. This is the true independence and liberation of women, who first see themselves as pure human beings, and then as women.

In fact, I think that in the words between the flowers, Li Qingzhao's words are not won by writing, neither Wen Tingyun's "before and after the flowers, the flowers and surfaces reflect each other" The picture is gorgeous and delicate, nor He Zhu's "Ling Bo is just Hengtang Road" and "The new inscription of the colored pen is broken sentence" is beautiful and tactful, nor is there Qin Guan's "free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as fine as sorrow", which is neat and exquisite, impeccable.

Li is not under Qin Huang, there is no word that does not work, its refining place can take the seat of the dream window, and its beauty is directly referred to the spot of jade. Gai Butu looked down at the women, and wanted to overwhelm the eyebrows. "The ancients didn't deceive me, they loved Li to the depths, and they couldn't tell which song and which sentence was their favorite, they all liked it so much that they couldn't like it more.

The poems and books on the pillow are good, and the scenery in front of the door is good. Write that Li Qingzhao was seriously ill at the beginning, spending time leisurely and comfortably, fresh and natural, and a little lucky. "How can you have a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow, the scenery in front of the door is good in the rain, and you can sit alone and drink spring tea" Original words:

Spread out the Huanxi sand and get sick, Xiao Xiao's two temples. Lie down and watch the waning moon on the window screen. 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.

Looking for and seeking, 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 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?

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. The cross is what a foreign writer has to say in so many words: I have never been one of those who could not patiently pick up pieces of a piece, put them together, and then say to myself that this patched thing is exactly the same as new.

When something is broken, it is broken.

I'd rather remember it at its best than tinker with it.

And then look at those broken places for the rest of your life. - Mitchell, "Gone with the Wind."

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

and shame to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plum!

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back

Born as a hero, death is also a ghost, so far thinking of Xiang Yu, refusing to cross Jiangdong.

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.

My favorite sentence is, try the curtain people, but the begonias are still the same.

Like a dream: Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden.

I like all the poems of Yi'an Jushi.

Suddenly, there is an old man in his heart, looking back at the mountains and rivers is autumn, the two lovesickness are drenched in snow, and this life is also considered to be white.

Translation: From the heart of the deceased, only a trace was left, and when I finally looked back, I found that it was already a mountain stack, and the past was like smoke. Two people from different places missed each other in the snowy days, and the snow fell on the heads of the two of them, and they could be regarded as growing old together.

At that time, Li Qingzhao, when he first arrived in Hangzhou, was helpless, and Zhang Ruzhou, as Zhao Mingcheng's classmate, approached Li Qingzhao and took care of her in every way. This reputation Zhang Ruzhou is a native of Zhejiang, in his early years as a junior official in the Chiyang Army, and obtained a jinshi during the Weizong period of the Northern Song Dynasty. Later, he became a petty official, and he used clever words to gain Li Qingzhao's trust.

Sentiment. You have to learn to accept the facts, but you will only experience this time in this life, and it is enough to taste the heart-rending pain once, you always have to believe that some people do not have the ability to act on the spot, she just looks down on the world and will not have any interest in acting on the spot.

Be a warm person, perceive all the subtle and simple beauty in this world, do not embarrass others, nor embarrass yourself, and from then on be a person who is silent, but has a sea in his heart, does not hurt others, does not abuse himself, expresses his feelings for you in this text, crosses his heart, crosses his feelings, and crosses himself.

The "arrogant atmosphere" on Li Qingzhao's body is what I admire, like and touch me the most, she is a talented woman with personality, and she deserves to be the "Queen of the Country"!

"Life should be a hero, and death should be a ghost." As a woman, there are many men who are not open-minded and upright, which is the most impressive.

What touched me about Li Qingzhao was that she had a clear distinction between love and hate, sympathy for the people's suffering, and worked tirelessly for the development of word culture.

The voice is slow [Song] Li Qingzhao.

Looking for and seeking, 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 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?

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit.

The second, what a word, worrying about the word!

Your voice is gentle, huh.

Everyone, like different, his words are divided into the former and latter period, the early Zhuo Yue is light, natural and charming, showing the liveliness and innocence of women, and the later experience of war, widowhood, suffering, outstanding masterpiece: "Slow Voice".

Looking for and seeking, cold and clear, miserable and miserable.

When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can Xi Meng fight him, and the wind is in a hurry late?

The goose is also the saddest, but it is the old prime minister Lu Tuzhi.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, but they are damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark?

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit.

This time, how can you get a sad word?

The author poured out his sad and miserable inner feelings, with deep sentimentality, expressing the author's thoughts of his homeland and the hatred of his family, and it is also the soul swan song of the suffering era!

A cut plum. The 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.

The sound of wild luck is high and slow.

Li Qingzhao. Seeking and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable relatives (qīqī). When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late. The goose is also the saddest, but it is an old acquaintance.

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? The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word to praise Chunliang!

The voice is slow, 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 are annihilated, how can he be in a hurry late. The goose is also the saddest, but it is an old acquaintance.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, and who can pick them up today? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark? The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you get a sad word?

This answer is a better one. There are others that are more superficial.

Like a dream. I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way backReturning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Like a dream. 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.

Like a dream. Last night, Yu Xunkai sparse the wind and Yuanchang patted suddenly, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

Try the questionnaire curtain people, but the begonias are still envious of the hail.

Did you know? Did you know?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.