Li Qingzhao was born in a family of doctors who loved literature and art. After she married her former student Zhao Mingcheng, she studied epigraphy and calligraphy together and lived a happy life. After the change of Jingkang, she and Zhao Mingcheng lost most of their treasures to avoid the chaos in the south of the Yangtze River. Later, Zhao Mingcheng died of illness, and she wandered alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou and Jinhua, and spent her old age in misery and loneliness. She has made great achievements in poetry, ci, prose and fu, but ci is the most outstanding and famous one. In his early years, he wrote On Ci, which advocated that "Ci is not one". Pay attention to the characteristics of rhythm, narration and emotion, and criticize the shortcomings of ci writers from Liu Yong and Su Shi to Qin Guan and Huang Tingjian.
The most talented woman, born in a famous family, never forgets anything when she was young, speaks amazingly and reads widely. Qilu's magnificent mountains and rivers contain the creative spirituality of Qingzhao, and she became famous in her girlhood.
After marriage, Qingzhao and her husband fell in love and were inseparable. "A husband is like a good friend." However, the good times did not last long, and the struggle between the old and new parties in North Korea intensified. A pair of mandarin ducks are separated alive, and Zhao Li faces each other across the river, suffering from lovesickness.
Later, the Jin people moved south, and the Southern Song Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was full of love, but unfortunately he died before he could conquer it. Witnessing the country's ruin and death, Qing Zhao is "indomitable despite suffering and poverty." In her later years of "searching and looking on coldly", she made great efforts to compile "The Story of the Stone" and completed her husband's unfinished business.
Zhao Qing's words are wonderful, unique, unprecedented and unprecedented. He is honored as the natural and graceful founder and a monument in the history of spiritual civilization in China.
Li Qingzhao's ci can be divided into two periods, one before Du Nan and the other after. Early ci mainly described the theme of hurting spring resentment and boudoir life, which showed the sentimental personality of female ci writers. Such as "Like a Dream" describes the feelings of cherishing spring and loving flowers:
The rain last night dispelled the wind, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine.
I don't know if the shutter people know that begonia should be green, fat, red and thin.
Another song: Like a Dream
I always remember the sunset in Xiting. Shen Zui didn't know the way home and returned to the boat very late.
Mistaken into the depths of the lotus and started the beach of European herons.
The lyrics she wrote for Zhao Mingcheng's "Going Out" are even more affectionate and unique. For example, Drunken Flowers describes that the poetess feels lonely during the Double Ninth Festival, so she uses yellow flowers as a metaphor to say:
The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, the golden beast is sold in the festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night.
Dongli holds the dark fragrance sleeves of wine. After dusk, the roller blinds are not charming. Westerners are thinner than yellow flowers.
It is novel in conception and elegant in taste, which is not comparable to the first-person narrator of ordinary male writers. Another example is "Dried Plum", which expresses the poet's longing for a letter from her husband:
Flowers drift from one place to another, water flows from one place, a kind of acacia, and two leisure places.
I can't get rid of this situation, but I frown and go to my heart.
Her later poems are full of emotional feelings of "things are wrong", thus expressing her deep attachment to her old country and the past. For example, the first part of Slow Sound shows the poet's hopeless sense of loss and the sad expression of being alone in the "cold and lonely, miserable and miserable" environment. The next film is to move the scene and feel sorry for yourself: "Who can watch the window now?" How can the black phoenix tree grow alone? It rained in Mao Mao until dusk. What is the first sad word this time? " The whole word is clear in language, fast in rhythm and sad in tone. Another famous poem, Yong Yu Le, started from the Lantern Festival and missed the past "the heyday of Zhongzhou". The next piece reads:
In the prosperous days of Zhongzhou, I remember focusing on three or five shops and green crowns.
Twisting Jin Xue willow for Chu, today gaunt wind and frost.
It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtains when you go out at night.
The whole poem tells the deepest sorrow of the country's greatest change, remembering the past and learning from the future. Later, Liu Chenweng, a poet at the end of the Song Dynasty, couldn't help crying for it.
Li Qingzhao's ci has a unique style and is called "Yi 'an Style" by later generations. The main characteristics of Li Ci are: First, she created her own female identity and special experience, created an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, and expanded the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful ci. Second, he is good at extracting vivid and fluent language from written language and daily spoken language; Good at using painting and description techniques to form a seamless realm.
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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.
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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.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Dianjiangchun
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
Complain about one's feelings
At night, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.
People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.
within walking distance
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes!
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Qin Yi goose
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Pick mulberry seeds with words
Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!
Spread happy sand.
Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Spread happy sand.
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.
Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Zui Hua Yin
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Nangezi
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night?
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown!
The resentment of the prince and grandson
The lake is windy, autumn dusk, and red and fragrant. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.
Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.
Quail day
The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Quail day
Plain, light, soft, fragrant only when it is far away. Why light blue and deep red? This is a first-rate flower.
Ding Mei is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years?
Lou Yuchun Hongmei
Is Hongsu willing to break through Qiongbao and explore the end of the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
Konakayama
When spring came to Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they didn't bloom evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiangxian
The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.
I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang delicious
The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are all haggard and hurt for anyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. At first, it was freezing, and my eyes were full of plum blossoms. I felt the heart of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? * *, tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
The dead Hua Lian often sends music to her sister.
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai.
Hua Lian Shang Zhao Si family
Xiao Xi at night, dream of Chang 'an, and recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant. Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Yujiaao
The sky meets clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.
I report that the road is long and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry; 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.
Yujiaao
Knowing that spring is coming in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half open and charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup.
Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.
Subtract Mulan
When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.
Partridge and Ginkgo biloba
Charm is not very graceful, you can be a slave first and then worship oranges. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.
Niannujiao Chun Qing
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.
Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
Clear dew in the morning, the introduction of new tung, how much is spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?
Changshoule
Nanchang's birthday, a little cold, looking at the six leaves on the edge of the sun, the first step shows. I love the scenery and want to hang hibiscus, but I can't find the silver arrow.
On this occasion, the pearl on the palm of your hand is cut. For Rongshu, this is a good couple. Up to now, every day is a noble.
Glorious, step by step, forbidden, gold medals and green ribbons. Tang Di became attached to Yin, being a tiger and a bear, and dividing the river is more valuable.
Kuang Qingyun is nearby. He will enter Cheng Ming at dawn and dusk. Look at the colorful clothes, ashamed of jade. I wish you a long life.
Xiangzi
The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.
Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn.
The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.
How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
Fragrant Valentine's Day in China
The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad.
Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.
Lonely goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears.
Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou?
A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
Reflections on the plum blossom in the pavilion after a charming person
Jade is fragrant, sandalwood is scattered, and I hate visiting Mei this evening.
Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low.
Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken.
Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management.
There is a sweet smell around us.
The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
There is a sweet smell around us.
The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook.
I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou.
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Qing dynasty was slow.
It is forbidden to keep a low profile, and the carved fence is cleverly protected, so it will monopolize the spring.
The guests were indifferent to China, and everyone was naive.
It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup.
Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dong Jun.
East of the city, south of the city, there is a sun pool hall and a fragrant wheel race.
Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast?
In a better Ming Palace, the recent branches are evenly distributed, the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk.
Yongyule
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring?
Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.
Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave a green crown, draw golden snow willows, and compete with them.
Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
Li Duo baiyongju
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low.
Hate raining, ruthless wind and rain, night rubbing the muscles.
Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad.
Han Ling steals incense, and Xu Niang gives fragrance, but Mojiang doesn't write novels. If you look closely, you will find that Qu's charm is just right.
When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia.
It's like sadness, it's like Han Fu Ci, it's like tears and it's like poetry.
There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and thin.
I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.
Li Qingzhao, a gifted scholar in Song Dynasty
Li Qingzhao is from Jinan, Shandong. She was born in a noble and scholarly family. Her father, Li, used to be an assistant minister in the official etiquette department, and was a somewhat elegant official. According to the legend of the History of Song Dynasty, Li Ge's lyrics are not refined, his words are lively and his narrative is vivid. He prayed for Tao Yuanming all his life and had a tendency to be born. Unfortunately, his works have been lost, and we have no chance to see them. Qingzhao's mother is Wang's granddaughter, and Wang is the top scholar. It is said that she is very knowledgeable. Therefore, Li Qingzhao's family studies can be said to be very profound.
Her husband, Zhao Mingcheng (Telford), made great efforts in archaeology and became famous all over the world with the book "The Story of the Stone". Zhao Mingcheng's father, Tingzhi Zhao, is a prime minister and a native of Zhucheng. He got married at the age of twenty in the same year as Qingzhao. At that time, Zhao Mingcheng was a student. Although he is the son of the Prime Minister, he is not used to wearing trousers. The happiness of their boudoir is learning knowledge. Ming Cheng's Jin Shi Lu was written by two people who collected stone carvings of Yi artifacts in the pre-Qin and Han and Tang dynasties, and it took a long time. Li Qingzhao wrote a postscript for this book, mainly describing the compilation of the book and indirectly describing the life of the couple. The content is roughly as follows: The husband and wife light candles at work every night, sometimes arrange book signatures, sometimes criticize each other's previous generation of calligraphy and painting, and sometimes join some kind of competition at work. For example, if something happens to a page or even a line of a book, whoever makes a mistake will make tea and offer it. This kind of gambling sometimes tilts the teacup in your arms and changes clothes with a smile. From this interesting boudoir pleasure, it should be easy to see that both of them are extremely intelligent people with similar knowledge.
Li Qingzhao is versatile. She can write words, poetry, writing and drawing. One of her "Pipa Pictures" has been preserved until the Ming Dynasty. No matter how far you go, you have to come back at the critical moment. The Qing Dynasty happened to be in the troubled times of great changes in the south of the Yangtze River. The Northern Song Dynasty was on the verge of doomsday, and the Jin people in the north invaded the south continuously. This is the famous difficulty of Jingkang in history. But the more troubled times, the more women are needed, so it is always troubled times. Li Qingzhao's ci plays a unique role again and again in China. Compared with Emperor Daojun who was infatuated with the famous prostitute Li Shishi at that time, it obviously played an outline role. The couple began to cope with the disaster, trying to let the disaster wash away the vain level of being lucky and seek the inside story of life.
This exile allowed them to cross the river from Shandong to Sunan and Jinling, but it did harm to Zhao Mingcheng's health. He fell ill the year after he arrived in Nanjing. Seeing him clearly, the scenery is different, his eyes are different from the rivers and mountains, and his mood is low. The land under their feet has given them so many strange things and so much painful despair, but they have no intention of resentment. It is that they touch it with warm palms, let it feel the heat of civilization and let it enter the history of culture. After Ming Cheng's death, Qingzhao fell into a tragic predicament. Twenty-nine years of husband and wife, intimate feelings. Looking back on the past, what she regrets in the end are those memories and mourning, the 29 years she spent with Ming Cheng, and the most sad thing for her is the loss of her intimate husband in exile.
In her later years, her life was very miserable, so to speak, she had no fixed place, but Jinhua was the majority. Her grandfather, husband and family are celebrities, and she herself has been praised for a while. However, her old age was still lonely. After Nandu Chen arrived in Shaoxing, he gradually settled down, and everyone had a good time in the beautiful city Lin 'an. At first glance, being in a foreign land is full of strange things, and the original self will become more and more fragile and even assimilated by a foreign land. In fact, things are far from simple. Everything in a foreign land will evoke thoughts of oneself from the opposite side and side, and the scenery in a foreign land will remind people of the starting point of their lives, so the more they are in a foreign land, the more they will evoke their homesickness. Li Qingzhao began to sing Shuangxi, which was out of step with the dignitaries at that time. Moreover, it was slandered by these people. In this environment, she quietly sang "Wujiang is cold in the south and water is cold in the north." It's touching.
Li Qingzhao was forgotten by the dignitaries in Du Nan, and even the year of her death could not be found in the history books. According to the general inference, she lived about 60 years old. To succeed, a great writer must have three superior conditions: first, he must have rich emotions; Second, we must have fantastic ideals; Third, we must have unique creativity. Because there is no rich emotion, it is tantamount to losing the life of literature; Without fantastic ideals, it is not easy to reach an ethereal and broad realm; No creative ability, just imitating predecessors, never establishing a unique style. Among the poets in the Northern Song Dynasty, there are all kinds of emotions, ideals and creativity, but Su Shi and Qin Guan are unique and self-contained. Secondly, the only person who should be counted is Li Qingzhao.