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I don't know what the sky was like on February 5th, 1048. Maybe the wind is clear and the clouds are light, and the birds are singing. Perhaps the clouds are gathering, and the sun only shoots a ray of light from the cracks in the clouds; Maybe the drizzle is combing the mountains and rivers closely ... Never mind. Importantly, in Zhangqiu, Shandong Province, Li, a disciple of Su Shi, had fun playing with tiles. This baby girl who was born with the aura of heaven and earth was named Qingzhao and later became the greatest poet.
Li Qingzhao's childhood was happy. She lives in a relaxed family atmosphere, her father is famous, her grandfather is the champion of the dynasty, and her family history is full of sweat. She is talented and obsessed with exploring treasures in Shushan. The juice of culture makes her beautiful and moving, and her inner beauty is like bamboo. When she was a girl, she was as free as fighting spring grass and swinging. A beautiful girl embroidered with hibiscus flowers and seeds of love tripped on the swing, got up and adjusted her delicate hands, and fell in love with Shen Xiang's curly hair. She is silly, spoony and shy. She is in love with spring, spoony and longing. The girl's feelings are paid with a sigh, and the moon moves again. She grew up with her own poems and stood up gracefully day by day.
18 years old, in the flower season of life, Li Qingzhao got married, and her husband was Zhao Mingcheng, a great scholar. He is congenial, talented and beautiful. They love epigraphy as much as poetry, Lang writes epigraphy preface, and Madame writes brocade words. Lang sings for show, with sweet love and happiness. Until my later years, I still remember: "I will remember that after every meal, I will go back to class, look up the accumulation of book history, and say that if something is on the first line of the first page of a volume, whether it will win or not is the order of drinking tea." Hold up a cup and laugh until the tea turns over, but you can't drink it. "Life is so interesting and beautiful, then Li Qingzhao must be as beautiful as a flower. No, it is more shameful than flowers. Flowers have their beauty but no talent, and Li Qingzhao is unparalleled through the ages!
Honey mixed with oil, the husband sings with the woman. Li Qingzhao turned happiness into thick ink. Join hands for a spring outing. "If you sell flowers on your shoulders, you can buy a spring flower." Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and there are still traces of rosy clouds. "Don't be silly." Who sent the brocade book? The word geese returned, and the moon was full in the west wing. "Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation. You can only frown and take it to heart. " Zhao loves and admires his wife to the extreme. Unfortunately, he is incompetent, but he refuses to accept his selfishness. He always wants to get a wonderful poem to upstage his wife. Husband and wife have been separated for a long time because of political disputes. Acacia is excessive, and the blues conveys feelings. Li Qingzhao uses "the fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the brain sells golden beasts." The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't forget the soul, the curtain rolls the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers "to express their biting thoughts on their lovers." He was deeply impressed by her husband's affectionate style, but he was secretly unfair and vowed to write words beyond his wife's drunkenness. He closed the door to thank guests, worked hard to recite a word, and broke several roots and whiskers. After three days of sadness, his white hair increased frequently and finally got 50 words. On that day, he gave a banquet to entertain guests and friends, mixed Li's words, invited his friends to comment and recited them secretly. In the end, he only said three most beautiful words: "Don't die, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers." Zhao can only have mixed feelings and secretly sigh.
When she was young, Li Qingzhao lived in the luxury of singing and dancing. She took off her ancestors' swords and waved goodbye to yesterday's Tiema Jinge. The whole Song Dynasty was immersed in a gentle and sincere atmosphere. Although the border was urgent, only a few people were awakened. Finally, the Jin people marched south and moved south to Gouan in the Song Dynasty, and Li Qingzhao's fate began to reverse.
In the second year of Du Nan, Zhao Mingcheng became the health magistrate. This year, an extremely humiliating thing happened to Li Qingzhao. One night, civil strife broke out in Beijing. Zhao Mingcheng did not take the lead in directing the suppression of chaos, but secretly escaped from the city with a rope. After the incident, he was dismissed by the court and the couple began to escape.
I can't imagine Li Qingzhao's mood at that time. Her charming husband suddenly became obscene, and he could never find the harmony between fish and water. He went along the Yangtze River to Jiangxi, where the river was surging and his heart was boiling, and he arrived in wujiang town. This is an ominous place for the overlord to defeat his concubine, and the poet was deeply moved and excited. Facing the rolling river, he sang the eternal swan song:
"Life is a hero, death is a ghost male. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "
I don't know how embarrassed my husband standing on the side is when he cries. The following year, Zhao Mingcheng was recalled to Beijing to be reinstated, and died of sudden illness soon.
Beautiful women are widowed and physically and mentally haggard. Li Qingzhao, who was wandering and depressed, remarried to a man named Zhang Ruzhou.
Born in stormy times, Li Qingzhao is still a weak woman, even if her heart is higher than the sky. When life is hard, living is the only choice. Zhang Ruzhou is a hypocrite. The real reason why he married Li Qingzhao is that he owns the cultural relics of famous stone engravers. At that time, the epigraphy had not been compiled into a book, and Li Qingzhao Duan would not allow these epigraphy records, which condensed my late husband's hard work, to change hands. Countless times, the night has faded, and the poet relaxed and fiddled with those stones under the lamp. It was a vigorous love, a tender and charming affair, and infatuated happiness. Maybe at this time, she will anesthetize herself in the sweetness of the past, but when she wakes up, it hurts into the bone marrow. A woman who was too noble to bow her head and valued her personality more than life, "The night view of Sang Yu is a perfect match for inferior products." Marry a non-human, learn from a bitter experience and decide to break up resolutely. This is a larger foe. In the Song Dynasty, "only a little woman can't support her", and Li Qingzhao embarked on a road of no return. In the end, Zhang Ruzhou was found guilty of cheating in the imperial examination and was sent to Liuzhou. Li Qingzhao was imprisoned for "not completing the evening festival", "not checking the exercises" and "wandering around the evening festival". Later, after only nine days in prison, she was released by her friends, but she was humiliated and her temperament changed greatly.
State affairs are difficult to ask, and family matters are afraid to be mentioned again. Li Qingzhao is like a lonely boat, swaying helplessly in the wind and waves. In her twilight years, she guarded the lonely courtyard, searching and searching, deserted and miserable. Autumn wind sweeps the yellow leaves and hovers in front of the door. Occasionally, one or two old friends visit to help her get rid of loneliness. However, when Chai Fei was closed to the outside world, how could he be late and the wind was urgent? The blue light is dim, the lonely shadow lingers, and the phoenix tree is raining. Twilight, dribs and drabs, this time, what a sad sentence!
That kind of loneliness through time and space makes me reluctant to read her "Yu Shu Ci". She represents a height, "Lin, the mountains are sparsely populated. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. Fragrance and wine are broken, evil is clear, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. The phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn, and it is still lonely. " As a commoner, she thinks about national affairs, and as a woman, she seeks the respect of parallel love. She bears a heavy cross, which combines national difficulties, family difficulties, marriage difficulties and academic difficulties. All conflicts and hardships in politics, culture, morality, marriage and personality are reflected in her thin body like yellow flowers. She fought against the world with her heart and called for heaven with her pen, relying on her high artistic talent. "She is original, she is independent of a group of poets. She is not influenced by other poets, and other poets seem to be unaffected by her. She is so tall that mediocre writers will never catch up with her. Countless poets and poets have written countless poems, telling the feelings left by in my heart forever; More than half of them speak on behalf of the heroine, and these poems are worthless before exposure. "
West Lake, Leifeng sunset, Li Qingzhao is an old man who is dying. One day, a friend named Sun came to see her with her ten-year-old daughter. She is an extremely clever girl with slender bones, handsome appearance, blue heart and delicate thoughts. Li Qingzhao seems to have seen herself decades ago, with thick flowers and thin clothes. Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers. She wanted to take her as an apprentice and teach her what she had learned all her life, but when she didn't want to, the child blurted out, "It's not a woman's business to have talent." A gasp, a dizzy, Li Qingzhao delusion.
It turns out that talented women in this world are redundant! I have been thinking too much about national affairs, writing books, preaching and teaching. Although the collection of cultural relics is overwhelming, although I have learned a lot and touched Beijing with words, I finally feel helpless to serve the country. Li Qingzhao felt that she was caught in an irrelevant abyss, and loneliness struck once. No one in this world can read her mind. She walked blankly in the fallen leaves and yellow flowers of the West Lake in late autumn, drifting away. ...
A peerless talented woman who is good at painting, calligraphy, poetry and songs puts herself at the peak of literature with a bleak life. Her happiness, pain, sadness, loneliness and loneliness have all become the past tense, the shadow of the sky and the disappointment from the world. Ten thousand years later, who knows who will be in the same position?
Cover up, can't stop two lines of tears.
It began to snow outside.