A pair of golden lacquer dragon and phoenix candles are inserted on the slender beauty candle slave, and its flame jumps happily. In the middle of the room hung two octagonal tulle red palace lanterns with golden tassels, which reflected the red walls of the bridal chamber. The couple sat quietly in front of the dressing table, embroidered with a big red gauze skirt to separate her from everything around her, and there was only a mysterious red mist in front of them. The bride's name is Li Qingzhao, and she is the daughter of Li, the minister of rites. As a wife, she can't help thinking that eighteen years of quiet boudoir life has passed. Even at the age of sitting on his father's knee, hundreds of ancient poems can be catchy. When I was a girl, I wrote books, exhibited books and recited poems, which was even more elegant. She grows up day by day, and besides her graceful charm, she also has a sincere and simple bookish spirit. She learned this book from Wang Xianzhi's copybook, written in beautiful fine print, with iron hooks and silver hooks; She loves Wang Wei's two major schools of painting, namely resplendent ink painting, and often studies Zhu and makes some feathers and flowers. She knows the melody and learned to play the piano as early as childhood. Her father often sighs to her mother, "If I were a man's eyebrows, I'm afraid it's easier to search than to pick celery into the pot!" Now she will be the daughter-in-law of Tingzhi Zhao, assistant minister of official department, and the wife of Zhao Mingcheng, a young college student. She couldn't help feeling it. It was winter, and a maid specially sent a plum blossom, worshipped the world and had a drink. She and Zhao Mingcheng entered the bridal chamber. Zhao Mingcheng likes epigraphy very much. In addition to studying classics, he often deliberately searched for Yi vessels, calligraphy and painting. After a year of dazzling marriage, Li Qingzhao became interested in epigraphy and helped her husband to study and identify it. The relationship between husband and wife is getting deeper and deeper. Zhao Mingcheng is in college, so she can only ask for leave every month, hoping to come back to avoid being in a Bianjing city. Li Qingzhao feels that it is still a semi-monthly meeting, which is an annual Chinese Valentine's Day. It's Shangyuan Festival, and it's also the day when Zhao Mingcheng goes home. Zhao Mingcheng had just sat down in the study when the maid came to report that there was a young man in the university who requested an audience. Childe walked into the study and saw him wearing embroidered Confucian towel, lake cotton robe and foundation satin boots. He has clear eyes and elegant manners. Zhao Mingcheng hurriedly sat up and asked your name. The scholar behaved smartly and bowed in return: "My brother and I have always been classmates. Half a month, why is my brother so forgetful? " Zhao Mingcheng woke up, unknowingly laughed, grabbed the disguised as a man's wife. After lunch, Li Qingzhao, dressed in men's clothing, followed Zhao Mingcheng through the streets and came to Suoguo Temple in the city center. After swimming through Suoguo Temple, he stung into a snack bar in the inner hall of the outer kitchen. Zhao Mingcheng picked some snacks that ordinary people used to eat but Li Qingzhao had never seen before, let Li Qingzhao taste a little, and then bought some playthings like small clay figurines and put them on the burden of wandering artists. Li Qingzhao, who was born well, took to the streets for the first time. Naturally, she is novel and happy. The years passed without any worries. Unexpectedly, both Li and Li were dismissed from office because they offended the powerful minister Cai Jing. In the tortuous political struggle, Zhao's father died and his family was ruined. Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao left Bianjing and returned to Qingzhou, Zhao Mingcheng's hometown. Zhao Mingcheng was indifferent. After living in the village, he devoted himself to studying epigraphy, calligraphy and painting. Except for food and clothing, almost all the savings in his family were used to search for ancient paintings and calligraphy. A few years ago, when Zhao Mingcheng became an official, he said to Li Qingzhao, "I would rather have simple food, vegetables and clothes, but I would rather make the best use of the ancient Chinese characters in the world in a poor country." Li Qingzhao deeply understands her husband's hobbies and compares his hobbies to Du Yu's addiction to Zuo Zhuan and Wang Wei's addiction to calligraphy and painting. Li Qingzhao tried every means to cut military spending.

One day, Zhao Mingcheng said, "I just like your sentences, such as' honeymoon on a beach with seagulls',' having a good mood' and' pear blossoms are forbidden'. It seems casual, but I think hard, but I can't remember them. If you deliberately chisel, it will be self-defeating. " Li Qingzhao said: "At the beginning of my childhood, I often heard my father say,' Without sincerity, I can't write a work. Moreover, there are many people who write well about Jin, such as Ode to Wine Virtue by Mclynn Killman Liu and Farewell Speech by Tao Yuanming. People are like liver and lungs, so they are sincere above Jin people. On a bleak autumn day with fragrant osmanthus trees, Zhao Mingcheng received a letter from his friend Liu Postscript, inviting him to visit Mount Tai. Li Qingzhao couldn't accompany him to Mount Tai, so she helped Zhang pack, prepared meals for her husband's farewell dinner, and wrote a piece of brocade handkerchief on the table to see Zhao Mingcheng off. Lightly understand Luo Shang and monopolize Lanzhou. Who sends the brocade book, the geese return to the west wing for the full moon. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries. This feeling can't be eliminated, so I just frown, but it's in my mind. "Zhao Mingcheng read this word, and the mind of climbing Mount Tai and visiting historical sites was reduced by half; Although people are getting farther and farther away from home, their hearts are getting closer and closer, and their bodies have not yet reached Mount Tai, but their hearts are already planning to return. Zhao Qingzhao and I have been married for twenty-six years. In the past twenty-six years, the political situation has been in rapid change and turmoil. Song Huizong is an emperor with artistic talent. Besides believing in Taoism, he is also good at reading, painting, music and dancing, and likes drinking and beauty. Spiritual luxury must be backed by material luxury, so Cai Jing specially sent people to collect famous flowers, strange stones, beautiful trees and rare things all over the country and transport them to Kyoto for him to watch. These boats and boats carrying flowers, stones and trees are called "Hua Shi Ban". Wherever Huagang went, migrant workers gathered and all the money and things were sold out. Hui Zong also built a "Tang Ming" in the capital for sacrifice, which includes Jiucheng Palace in Jiuding and Yanfu Palace for sightseeing. Extremely luxurious, arousing uprisings everywhere. Jin Jun went south, the Northern Song Dynasty perished, and the Song Dynasty went south. Zhao became the first emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty and made suggestions on the title. In the third year of Jian 'an, Zhao Mingcheng was named the magistrate of Jiangning by the court. The husband and wife decided to stay in Hongzhou by boat and talk about the rise and fall of the country all the way. Li Qingzhao said: "Since ancient times, emperors in China have had many heroes. Tell me more about our DaSong. There have been many brave people in recent years! Li Gang and Li Shuxiang worked as civil servants and military attaché s and were ordered in an emergency; Zong Ze stayed alone to guard Cheng Wei and shouted to cross the river when he was dying. Take young student Chen Dong as an example. He went to the national disaster as a scholar, wrote several letters, and was finally beheaded by the court. My heart is full of blood and my spirit will last forever. " Zhao Mingcheng continued, "In ancient Shu, the emperor looked forward to abdicating and missed his motherland day and night, which became the rule of blood and tears. Now, two emperors are in the dust, and China is in turmoil. Who will miss our stormy old country? " The fleet has entered a state, and Li Qingzhao pointed to a current west of the north shore and said to Zhao Mingcheng, "That is the Wujiang River where the overlord committed suicide! Just now, you spoke very well. I hope the emperor misses his motherland and turns it into rule and blood and tears. Even the cuckoo running all over the mountain has become his blood! The overlord of Chu defeated the enemy and had no face to see his elders in Jiangdong. He would rather die than thank the world. They are much more upright than those who abandon everything in the world, drag out an ignoble existence and live in seclusion! " Having said that, I can't help knocking on the mast and chanting loudly: "Life is a hero, and death is a ghost hero;" Xiang Yu has refused Jiangdong so far! In the same year, Zhao Mingcheng, who went to keep in good health, died in the Taishoufu shortly after taking office. Li Qingzhao hurried to health care and buried Zhao Mingcheng. Finally,

Five years later, Li Qingzhao took the couple's only remaining paintings, inscriptions, inscriptions and some manuscripts of Zhao Mingcheng, and traveled all over the world, successively to Yuezhou, Taizhou, Wenzhou, Quzhou and finally to Hangzhou. Two years have passed, and the last day is Shangyuan Festival. There is a flute in the yard next door, mixed with lotus songs and Jiangnan fishing songs. Li Qingzhao lifted the curtain and walked into the room, only to see a few plum blossoms obliquely inserted in an ancient bottle, and the brazier on the ground was burning brightly. These remind Li Qingzhao of the wedding night more than 30 years ago, which was also a fiery charcoal fire and fragrant plum blossoms. The neighbor's flute stopped and some girls were joking. Li Qingzhao came to the window and looked over there. I saw three or four 16-and 17-year-old girls, beaded heads, small courtyard walls and red makeup, standing in the yard of Can Xue, ready to see Yuan Lantern. More than 30 years ago, on the streets of Bianjing, Zhongzhou, at her age, she changed into men's clothes and went for a night outing with her husband. Li Qingzhao was shocked. Li Qingzhao turned around, silently removed Zhao Mingcheng's manuscript from the bookshelf, put it on the case, fondled Zhao Mingcheng's manuscript, which was a supplement she copied herself, closed her eyes and shed two lines of clear tears. In the distance of the city, firecrackers and children's laughter came faintly. The night is already deep. Li Qingzhao took out a blank sheet of paper and recited it repeatedly, writing: "A piece of plum" and "The sunset melts gold, and the sunset is close to the wall. Where are people? " Willow smoke is thick and plum flute is bitter. What do you know about springs? Is there no wind and rain, no harmonious weather and no second time in the Lantern Festival? Come and meet me, BMW Xiangche, and thank him for his wine and poems. In the heyday, the boudoir is in a leisurely mood, remember to give priority to three or five. Crown paving, twisted willow, cluster belt, Li Chu. Now it's green, windy and foggy, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to bow down to the curtain and listen to people laugh. "Autumn wind rustling, autumn rain, is already in August. After several years' efforts, Li Qingzhao sorted out and copied the manuscript of Zhao Mingcheng's Study on Epigraphy, and made some supplements. The full text was reproduced in Gong Jie, Xuan Jing. This afternoon, Li Qingzhao personally wrote on the cover of plain silk: "Happy Lantern Festival", written by Song Mige, written by Huzhou, Zhihu, Zhao Mingcheng and Wu Dong. After writing, ask the maid to prepare wine and food. Four Treasures of the Study will prepare them and put them on the bedside of chrysanthemum in the yard. Li Qingzhao put on her coat, pressed ordinary paper with a paperweight, raised her glass and suddenly remembered the past. She took three glasses of wine and fell to the ground, saying, "Ming Cheng, our husband and wife's stone calligraphy and painting business has been bleak for decades. First it was destroyed by war, then by bandits, and now there are few left. In the future, if I live for a day, I will spend a day with these paintings and calligraphy. Don't worry! Perhaps, those destroyed paintings and calligraphy are because you know and cherish them in the dark and refuse to let them stay on earth! If this is the case, I will be relieved. " Then I went back to my home and wrote The Stone. She finally wrote: "Ouch! From Yu Shaolu's blessing in the second year to his fault in the second year, there are 34 years of worries and gains. However, there must be, there must be scattered. This is a matter of course. People die, people get their place, enough! " After writing this postscript, it is dusk. Leaning against the window alone, she suddenly saw a flock of returning geese flying across the sky: a lone goose, far behind. After a while, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and infinite loneliness, sadness, pain and depression flooded her mind. She rushed to the front of the case and wrote, "It's so sad to look around." It is the most difficult time to rest when it is warm and cold. How can you beat him with three or two glasses of light wine? The wind is too late. The sad Ye Yan is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? You can't turn black just by looking at the window. Indus drizzle, dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence! "It is impossible to know W.

This poem reflects her feelings of worrying about the country and the people.