Li Qingzhao, Yi 'an Jushi, a poetess in Song Dynasty and a representative of graceful and restrained ci school, is known as "the first talented woman in the ages", and is also known as "Jinan Er 'an" with Xin Qiji, and is one of the most famous poetesss in ancient China. Li Qingzhao's ci is graceful, elegant and concise, which is praised by the world. At the same time, her poems are full of true temperament and expression of life. Li Qingzhao wrote about drinking many times in her ci, but her drunken state was different in her life stage.

Before I got married, I drank as a girl and got drunk three times.

Degree of drunkenness: ★★★☆☆

Dream order I

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.

How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

★ After drinking, you can't tell the way home is true temperament. When the wine enters your throat, this drink is a free and unrestrained drink. I went in the wrong direction and went into the lotus pond by mistake. The most important thing is that I didn't fall into the water. I'm supposed to be half asleep.

Degree of drunkenness: ★★★★★☆.

Dream order ii

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

★ Drink at the sight of the wind and rain. As soon as the sun rises, the maid will roll up the curtains and wake up. Not too drunk. People who are really drunk will sleep until noon. .

Degree of drunkenness: ★★★☆☆

Huanxisha

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk. The wind came late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, and the cold golden bun is loose. Wake up, time and space are red for candles.

★ Drunk again, sleeping in makeup, but Jin Chai didn't take it, and her bun was loose. When I woke up, there was still residual wine in the cup, the same color as amber, and the fragrance was gone with the wind. All because of the loneliness of this boudoir.

After marriage, I drank as a young woman, but I was drunk not twice, but five times.