Portrait of Li Qingzhao Li Qingzhao (1084─1155), named Yi Anju, was a female poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, a native of Zhangqiu, Jinan, and a representative poet of the Graceful School. There are works such as "Collected Works of Yi'an" handed down from generation to generation. The memorial hall is located on the shore of Daming Lake in Jinan, Shandong Province, a spring city. His representative works include "Slow Voice", "One Cut Plum", "Like a Dream", "Summer Quatrains", etc. Li Qingzhao (1084-about 1151), a poet in the Song Dynasty. The self-titled Yi'an Jushi was born in Zhangqiu, Jinan (now Zhangqiu, Shandong). Li Qingzhao was born in a scholarly family. His father, Li Gefei, was proficient in classics and history and was good at prose. His mother, Wang, was also good at writing and writing. Under the influence of her family, she became outstanding in literary talent at a young age. Li Qingzhao was proficient in poetry, poetry, prose, calligraphy, painting, and music, and his achievement in poetry was the highest. Her words are tactful, fresh, and her feelings are sincere. His creations show different characteristics in the early and later periods based on the changes in life in the Northern Song Dynasty and Southern Song Dynasty. The early words reflected her life in the boudoir, thoughts and feelings, and expressed the natural scenery and sadness of separation. Such as "Like a Dream". The later poems changed from clear and bright to desolate and sorrowful, expressing the emotions of nostalgic nostalgia, nostalgia and mourning for death, and also expressed the strong thoughts of the subjugation of the country. The most famous one is "Summer Quatrains". Li Qingzhao's literary creation has a distinctive and unique artistic style. He ranks first in the graceful school and has a greater influence on later generations. He is unique in the CI world and is called "Yi'an Style". Lyrics: "Wuling Spring", "Drunken Flower Yin", "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·The Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn", "Xiaozhong Mountain·The Changmen Grass is Green in Spring", "Recalling Qin'e·Lingao Pavilion", "Duoli· "The small building is cold", "Good things are coming soon, the wind is calm and the flowers are falling deep", "Like a dream, the rain last night was light and the wind was sudden", "Like a dream, I often remember the sunset in the creek pavilion", "The sound is slow, search and search", " "Niannujiao·Depressed Courtyard", "Modify the Fragrance of the Courtyard·Fragrant Grass Pond", "Qing Ping Le·Snow in the Snow Every Year", "Bodhisattva Man·The Wind is Soft and the Sun is Fading, Spring is Especially Early", "Reduced Words Magnolia·Water Waves Outside the Sand Curtain" Geng Feng" etc.
Poems: "Poems on Zhongxing Stele in Wuxi", "Wujiang River", "Spring Posts in the Emperor's Pavilion", "Diaotai", "Poems of Privy Councilor Han Xiaozhou", etc.
Articles: "Preface to Records of Inscriptions and Stones", "On Ci", "Preface to the Picture of Beating Horses", "Qi Chongli Qi, a Scholar in the Imperial Academy", etc.
Important word collection:
Summer Quatrains
Being a hero in life, you will be a ghost in death.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Pink lips
Lonely in the boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Pink lips
Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
When guests come in, their socks and gold hairpins slip away, and they leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, which melts before becoming intoxicated. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Huanxi Sha
Spring has already deepened by the idle window in the small courtyard. The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin in silence.
Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to wither.
Huanxi Sha
In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.
In the future, Haiyan will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sha
The bun hurts the lazy spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard. , The red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sha:
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss its fragrant cheeks, and its eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is full of charm and charm, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.
(The first two sentences are: "The beautiful lotus smiles, and the duck flies sideways to cover the fragrant cheeks.")
The voice is slow
Look for it , deserted, miserable and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.
How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat his late arrival and the sudden wind? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it is drizzle. This time, how can I be so sad!
Reveal your true feelings
At night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum tree is inserted into the broken branches. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned.
The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
The Bodhisattva Man
The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the furnace is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.
The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight. It’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.
Bodhisattva Man
The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. I am in a good mood with my shirt on. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact.
Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.
Good things are coming soon
The wind is still and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Qing Ping Le
Every year in the snow, I often insert plum blossoms to get drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, which makes my clothes full of tears!
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
Recalling Qin E
Lingao Pavilion, the mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return home, and the horns are heard in the dusk.
The broken fragrance remains and the feelings are evil, the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
Tianzi picks mulberries
Who grows banana trees in front of the window? The atrium is filled with yin; the atrium is filled with yin, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions.
The rain is falling in the middle of the night on the sad pillow; the rain is falling every time; the rain is falling every time; the sorrow is hurting the people of the north, and they are not used to hearing it!
Break through the Huanxi sand
Knead the gold into pieces and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's.
How vulgar are the plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and rough. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
Breaking through the sand of Huanxi
I started to feel sick, my temples were dazzling, and I lay down to watch the waning moon on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea.
It is a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers from many people all day long.
Wulingchun
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows.
Drunk Flower Yin
The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day will last forever, and the auspicious brain will eliminate the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nan Gezi
The stars in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. The quilt on Liangsheng's pillow was stained with tears. He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What kind of night is this?"
The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. The weather is the same as the old clothes, only the feelings are different, the old home!
Resent to Wang Sun
The wind and waves on the lake are vast, autumn is already late, and there are few reds and few fragrances. The scenery of water, light, mountains and being close to people are indescribable and infinitely good.
The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with clear dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early.
Partridge Sky
Lock the windows in the cold sun, and the phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over.
Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
Partridge Sky
The body is dim and light yellow, the body is soft, and the love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light green and light red? It is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the picture railings are opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet is so ruthless, why didn't he end up with nothing?
Yulouchun Red Plum
The red plum blossoms are willing to put the buds into pieces, and explore the southern branches to bloom all over? I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning.
The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and the balcony is dull and worried. Come and take a break if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow.
Xiaozhong Mountain
Spring arrives in Changmen, the grass is green, and the red plum blossoms are broken and not evenly blooming. The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and shocking the spring.
The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It is a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring.
Linjiang Fairy
The courtyard is a little deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build Kangcheng.
There are so many things that I feel about the moon and the wind. Now that I am old and unable to achieve anything, no one can pity me and I am even more haggard. There is no point in trying the lamp, and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow.
Linjiang Fairy Plum
The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses her beauty. It’s good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop blowing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away, but the warm wind will be too late to reach the apricot blossoms.
Die Lian Hua
The warm sun and clear wind have just broken through the frost. Willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks already feel the heartbeat of spring. Who can be with the drunkenness and poetry? Tears melt into the remaining pink flowers.
At first I tried to tuck my shirt into a gold-threaded seam, and found that I was leaning against the mountain pillow, and the hairpin-headed phoenix was damaged by the pillow. Holding my arms alone is full of sorrow and no good dreams, and the night is still full of lanterns and flowers.
Die Lian Hua Changle Hall Sends Sisters
My clothes are wet with tears and full of powder, and I sing it thousands of times. The human road is long and the water is broken, and the gentle rain is heard in the lonely hall.
I feel sorry for the sadness and leave the place in chaos, forgetting to leave. The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that I can pass the message to the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.
Die Lian Hua has summoned his relatives on the mountain
The eternal night is full of joy and little joy. I dream of Chang'an and recognize the road to Chang'an. In order to report the good spring scenery this year, it is better to take pictures of the flowers and the moonlight.
Although the cups and plates are careless, the wine is delicious and the plums are sour, just like a person's embrace. Don't laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers. Poor people are like spring.
A cut plum blossom
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
The Fisherman's Proud
The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing; it is like the soul of a dream returning to the emperor's residence, hearing the sky's words, and asking me diligently where I am going.
I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing verses from poetry. The wind of ninety thousand miles was rising, and the wind stopped, and the boat blew away three mountains.
The Fisherman's Proud
It is already known in the snow that spring has arrived, the winter plum blossoms are dotted with delicate twigs, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the courtyard, the beauty is bathing in new makeup.
Catalogue may be intentional, so the moon shines brightly. ***The bounty is green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.
Reduced word magnolia
Selling flowers on the pole, bought a branch ready to bloom. The tears are stained lightly and evenly, but still have traces of the dawn dew.
Panlang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted, and the apprentice wants to teach the man to compare and look at it.
Auspicious partridge and double ginkgo
The charm and grace are not enough, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither?
Who taught you how to pick branches together by their stems? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families.
Nian Nujiao, Spring Love
The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather.
Poems with dangerous rhymes are completed, and holding one's head up to sober up is not a feeling of leisure. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others.
The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?
Longevity and Longevity
On Nanchang’s birthday, it is slightly cold. Looking at the six leaves on the sun, the steps are beginning to show. The love scene wants to hang a hibiscus, but the remaining silver arrows are thrown back into the bucket.
On this occasion of celebrating Gao Hong, a bright pearl was cut in the palm of my hand. If you have good looks and good qualities, you will meet a good wife. Up to now, the hall is filled with nobles and nobles.
Glory, walking in the Forbidden City, with gold medals and green ribbons. It is more valuable that Tangdi is connected with Yin, tiger is in charge of Xiongshi, and Jiahe is guarded separately.
Kang Qingyun is just around the corner, after entering Chengming day and night.
Look at the colorful clothes competing for offerings, the orchids are ashamed of the jade wine. I wish you a long life, and use the pine tree to wish you longevity.
Xingxiangzi
The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk. When I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
Xingxiangzi Chinese Valentine's Day
The cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in fright, bringing sadness to both the world and the sky.
The clouds and the moon are covered with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other.
A magpie rides on a star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave, don’t hate it, it’s hard to be poor.
The morning glory and the weaver girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.
Lonely Wild Goose
Rising up from sleep under the paper tent on the rattan bed, I have endless words and wonderful thoughts.
The ashes of smoke are broken and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.
Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring.
The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears.
When the flute player goes to the empty jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart?
If you break off a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
The plum blossoms blooming in the back pavilion of Jiao Renjiao
The jade is thin and fragrant, the sandalwood is deep and the snow is scattered. I hate that it is too late to explore the plum blossoms this year.
Jianglou Chuguan, the water is far away between the clouds. The clear day is forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain is rolled down.
We sat down with the guests, the wine was full in front of us, and the singing was flowing like water.
The southern branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don’t wait for the west tower to sound Qiang Guan several times.
The courtyard is full of beauty
The small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one is here, it's just like being lonely in Yangzhou.
It has always been like a rhyme that prevails, but it can’t bear the rain and can’t stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
Reminiscing about playing the flute on the Phoenix stage
The fragrant cold golden cat was rolled over by the red waves, and she got up and combed her hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook.
Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn.
Have a rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay. People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower.
Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare.
Celebrating the Qing Dynasty Slowly
The prohibitions are low and the railings are skillfully protected, so that the remaining spring can be monopolized.
The guests are standing there calmly, showing their innocence in their gracefulness.
After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear.
Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, Dongjun will be buried forever.
Beside the east city, on Nanmo, there is a race to the incense wheel in the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion.
When the feast is over, who can succeed Fangchen?
It’s better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out, the golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk.
Yong Yu Le
The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much do you know about the spring spirit?
During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, will there be no wind and rain? Come to greet him, bring him a car and a BMW, and thank him for drinking, friends, and poets.
It is a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time for the boudoir, so remember to focus on the three or five. Pave with green crowns, pick up gold and snow willows, and compete with Chu in bunches.
Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Dolly Ode the White Chrysanthemum
The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtains are drooped.
Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, rub the Qiong muscles at night.
It doesn’t look like the imperial concubine’s drunk face, nor does it look like Sun Shou’s frown.
Han Ling steals the fragrance, and the lady is a fan. Don’t compare it to the novelty, take a closer look, Qu Ping Tao Ling, the charm is just right.
The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance.
Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, and I rely on people infinitely.
It seems like sorrow is condensing, Han Fu is undressing, like tears are falling, Wan Fan is writing poems.
The moon is bright, the breeze is clear, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, the heavenly religion is haggard and thin.
No matter how much I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river.
Auspicious partridge and double ginkgo
The charm and grace are not enough, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither?
Who taught you how to pick branches together by their stems? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families.
Like a dream
I often remember that the sunset in the creek pavilion is so intoxicated that I don’t know the way back.
Returning to the boat late after all the fun, and straying into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
Like a dream
Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine in my deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. [Edit this paragraph] Personal Achievements Literary Contribution
1. "Theory of Ci"
Written together with Yuefu vocals and poems, and most flourished in the Tang Dynasty. Between Kaiyuan and Tianbao, there was Li Balang, who was good at singing and excelling in the world. When the newly elected Jinshi held a banquet in Qujiang, one of the scholars on the list summoned Li first, and asked Yi Fu to conceal his name, his clothes and clothes were old, his spirit was depressed, and he went to the same banquet place. He said, "My cousin, I would like to sit down with you." Everyone ignored him. While they were drinking and making music, the singers came in. At that time, Cao Yuanqian and Niannu were the top ones. The famous scholar suddenly pointed to Li and said, "Please cousin, please sing." Everyone was stunned, maybe some were angry. When he turned his throat and sang a song, everyone burst into tears. Luo Bai said: "This must be Li Balang." From then on, the voices of Zheng and Wei became more and more intense, and the popularity became more and more troublesome. There are already words such as "Bodhisattvaman", "Spring Scenery is Good", "Shajizi", "Genggluzi", "Huanxisha", "Mengjiangnan", "Fisherman", "Ru Mengling", etc. It is impossible to list them all.
Five generations have been at war, the beans have been divided across the world, and the gentle way has died down. The monarchs and ministers of the Li family in the south of Dujiang River are elegant, so there are words such as "the small building blows through the cold jade pipe" and "blows up the spring water in the pool". Although the words are very strange, the so-called sound of a country's subjugation is sad and mournful.
In this dynasty, rituals, music, culture and martial arts were well prepared, and they had been cultivated for more than a hundred years. Only then did Liu Tuntianyong change the old voice into a new one, and published the "Collection of Music Chapters", which became famous in the world. Although the rhythm is consistent, the words are dusty. There are also brothers Zhang Ziye, Song Zijing, Shen Tang, Yuan Jiang, and Chao Ciying who came out in succession. Although they often have witty words, they are broken and they are not famous. As for Yan Yuanxian, Ouyang Yongshu, and Su Zizhan, all of them are scholars of heaven and earth. As small lyrics, they are like drinking water from Li water in the sea. However, they are all poems that cannot be read, and they often do not follow the rhythm. What's wrong with them? The poems and prose are divided into two levels, while the lyrics are divided into five tones, five tones, six rhythms, and clear and voicing. For example, in modern times, the so-called "Slow Sound", "Flowers in the Rain", and "Xi Migrant Orioles" rhyme with both the flat tone and the incoming tone; "Yulou Chun" originally rhymes with the flat tone, but also rhymes with the up tone and the incoming tone. The original rhyme is in the oblique tone. If it is rhymed with the upper tone, it will be harmonious. If it is rhymed with the rhine tone, it will not be sung.
The writings of Wang Jiefu and Zeng Zigu are similar to those of the Western Han Dynasty. If they write a few lyrics, they will be stunned and unreadable. But we know that we are one family, and few people know it. Later, Yan Shuyuan, He Fanghui, Qin Shaoyou, and Huang Lu came out straight away and were able to find out. And Yan Ku has no elaboration; congratulating Ku has few formalities; Qin focuses on emotion and lacks trueness, like a beautiful woman from a poor family, although she is very beautiful and elegant, but ultimately lacks wealth and nobility; Huang focuses on the true nature, but has many flaws, such as Liang If the jade has flaws, its price will be halved.
In "The Theory of Ci", Li Qingzhao advocated that Ci must be elegant, express emotions, and have harmonious rhythms. He was dissatisfied with the emphasis on classics, the lack of suffering, and the truth.
2. "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone"
What about the thirty volumes of "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone"? The book is also written by Zhaohou Defu. From the Three Dynasties to the Five Seasons, there are two thousand volumes of inscriptions on bells, tripods, ke, pans, Yi, Zun, and Dun, large monuments, and deeds of obscure people, all found in gold and stone carvings. They are all correct and false, and they are used to gain praise and blame. The above is enough to conform to the way of the saint, and the bottom is enough to determine the mistakes of the Shi family. All are recorded here. That's a lot. Alas! Since the disasters of Wang Ya and Yuan Zai, calligraphy and painting have been no different from pepper; since the diseases of Chang Yu and Yuan Kai, what is the difference between the addiction to money and the addiction to biography? Although the names are different, they are confusing.
Yu Jianzhong Xinsi first returned to the Zhao family. At that time, the Xianjun was a member of the Ministry of Rites, Wailang, and the Prime Minister was a minister of the Ministry of Rites. He was twenty-one years old and was a student at Imperial College. The Zhao and Li people were poor and frugal. Every new year, he pays a visit, goes out, pledges his clothes, takes half a thousand coins, walks into Xiangguo Temple, and markets the fruits of the inscriptions.
When they arrived at Taiwan, the Taiwan guard had escaped. After leaving Mu, he abandoned his clothes and was taken away to Huangyan. He hired a boat to enter the sea and rushed to the court. At that time, he was stationed in Zhang'an. From Yuzhou to the sea, the temperature is high, and then it is crossed. In the twelfth month of Gengxu, all officials were dismissed and went to the thoroughfare. In the third month of the spring of 1911 in Shaoxing, he went to Vietnam again; Renzi went to Hangzhou again. When the late Marquis was seriously ill, Zhang Feiqing, a bachelor, passed by the Marquis with a jade pot, which was actually Minye. I don't know who preached it, so I falsely said that there was a saying about awarding gold, or there was also a secret treatise in the preaching. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to say anything, and I didn't dare to do it. I took all the copper utensils and other things in my house and wanted to throw them into the outer court. When I arrived at Yue, I had already moved to Siming. He didn't dare to stay at home, so he wrote a book and sent it to Shan. Later, the army collected the rebel soldiers and took them away. After hearing about it, they went to the home of the old General Li. The so-called person who exists alone has no worries and will go from ten to five or six. I only have five or seven inkstones for calligraphy, painting, and ink, and I can't bear to leave them elsewhere. I often open and close my hands under the couch. In Kuaiji, the residence of Zhong, a layman, was revealed. Suddenly, one night, five strings were carried on the wall of the cave. I was so sad that I set up rewards, collections and redemptions. Two days later, the neighbor Zhong Fuhao came out to ask for a reward, so he knew that the thief was not far away. After all the efforts were made to find it, the rest could not be released. Now I know that Wu Shuoyun got it at a cheap price. The so-called person who remains alone means only seven or eight out of ten. There are only one or two fragments, and there are three or three kinds of books that cannot be divided into parts. How foolish is it to cherish a mediocre calligraphy and writing as if you were protecting your boss!
When I read this book today, I felt like meeting an old friend. Because Yihou was in the Jingzhi Hall of Donglai, he was just beginning to pack the scrolls. He signed and tied up the ribbons, and tied ten volumes into one bundle. Every day in the evening when the officials are dismissed, they will collate two volumes and write an inscription on one volume. Of these two thousand volumes, there are 502 volumes with inscriptions and postscripts. Today, my hands are as shiny as new, but the tomb wood has been arched. I am so sad! In the past, when Xiao Yi's Jiangling fell, he did not hesitate to destroy his paintings and calligraphy with the death of his country; when Yang Guang's capital fell in Jiangling, he did not hesitate to recover his books despite his death. Is it possible that the legacy of human nature cannot be forgotten in life or death? Or maybe God’s will is too meager to enjoy this beauty? Is it possible that the deceased knew about it, but he still cherished it and refused to stay in the world? How difficult it is to gain and how easy it is to lose!
Ugh, in the thirty-four years since I was two years old when Shao Luji wrote his poems, to when I was two years old when Zang Yuan realized what was wrong, there were so many worries about gains and losses! However, what is there must be what is not, what is gathered must be dispersed, this is the normal logic. When a man loses his bow, when he gains it, he loses his foot. Therefore, those who merely record the beginning and end are also intended to serve as a warning to future generations who appreciate ancient culture and erudition. In the second year of Shaoxing, on the first day of the Xuan Dynasty, Jiayin was born, and it was easy to settle down.
——"Preface to the Record of Jinshi"
3. Yi'an style
Li Qingzhao's poems have a unique style, and are called "Yi'an style" by later generations. body".
Li's Ci has two major characteristics. First, he writes the lyrics based on his female identity and special experience, creating an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, thereby expanding the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful Ci; He is good at extracting vivid and clear language from written language and daily spoken language, and is good at using line drawing and narrative techniques to form a seamless state.
Artistic Characteristics
Li Qingzhao's Ci can be divided into two periods: the southern crossing.
The early poems mainly describe the themes of grief, resentment, and boudoir life, showing the sentimental personality of the female poet. For example, "Like a Dream" describes the feelings of cherishing the spring and loving the flowers:
"Last night the rain was drastic and the wind was blowing, and I couldn't get rid of the residual wine after a deep sleep.
I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the crabapple remained the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.”
Another poem:
“I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, I am so drunk that I don’t know how to return to the boat.
Strangely entering the depths of lotus flowers, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and egrets."
The words she wrote because of Zhao Mingcheng's absence were even more affectionate. , unique. For example, "Drunken Flower Yin" describes that the female poet felt extremely lonely during the "festival and Double Ninth Festival", so she used yellow flowers to describe herself:
"The thin mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beasts" . It's the Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow is in the kitchen, and it's cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk, there is a faint fragrance in the sleeves, and the west wind blows, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower." /p>
Her ideas are novel and her tastes are elegant. She is not the world that ordinary men have, and it is even more fascinating. The last sentence, pure and innocent, is full of words but not full of meaning.