Li Qingzhao (184.2.5 ~ 1155.4.1), Yi Anju, an outstanding female writer in the Southern Song Dynasty, was born in the seventh year of Yuanfeng in the Northern Song Dynasty and died in Lin 'an at the age of 72. In history, it is also called "Jinan Er 'an" with Xin Qiji, a native of Licheng, Jinan. His father, Li Gefei, was a famous scholar and essayist in the Northern Song Dynasty. He inherited his family studies at an early age and became famous early. Li Qingzhao, who is famous for her ci, works in poetry and works on ci, enjoys a high reputation in the history of China literature. "There are Li Qingzhao in literature and Qin Liangyu in martial arts." In his early years, he lived a stable and prosperous life, and wrote more words about lovesickness; After the invasion, Jin Bing suffered great changes in the country, and his ci poems were full of feelings about his life experience. Her sense of poetry and prose is different from that of ci poetry. She is also good at painting and calligraphy, and she is also fluent in music. The existing poems and ci poems were compiled by later generations, including Shuyu Ci. Advocate "words, be unique." China is the only woman whose name has been used as a crater in outer space.

"There are hundreds of generations of rivers, and all the waves rush together, scouring the heroes of all ages; The word garden has been around for thousands of years, and the flowers of a daughter are in full bloom. " Described is Li Qingzhao.

The classic saying that life is a hero, but death is a hero.

summer quatrains

Life is a hero,

Death is a hero.

I miss Xiang Yu so far,

I refuse to cross Jiangdong.

Famous sayings explain outstanding people: outstanding people. It means: be a hero among people when you are alive, and be a hero among ghosts when you are dead. When you are alive, you should set up grand ambitions and indomitable spirit of struggle, because: the bigger the goal, the harder you work, the more meaningful your life will be, and the more you can appreciate the heroism and heroism of "riding the long wind and breaking the waves".

Brief introduction to her life

Li Qingzhao was born in a scholar-bureaucrat family who loved literature and art. After she married Zhao Mingcheng, a former student, she studied epigraphy and calligraphy together and lived a happy and beautiful life. In 1127, after the change of Jingkang, she and Zhao Mingcheng fled the south of the Yangtze River and lost most of their treasures. Later, Zhao Mingcheng died of illness, and she drifted alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou and Jinhua, and spent her old age in misery and loneliness. Her "Slow Voice" was written at this time, so from the first few pairs of compound words in the poem, we can see her sadness. She is a writer who has made achievements in poetry, ci, prose and fu, but she is best at and most famous for ci. In her early years, she wrote "On Ci" and advocated that "Ci is unique". It pays attention to the characteristics of rhythm, narration and emotion, and criticizes the shortcomings of Ci writers from 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 her girlhood became famous for a while.

After marriage, Qingzhao and her husband are in love, and they are 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 the DPRK intensified. A pair of mandarin ducks were separated alive, and Zhao Li faced each other across the river and suffered from acacia.

Later, the Jin people moved south, and the Southern Song Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng is full of blood, but but before he could conquer, he was dead is a pity. Witnessing the country's ruin and death, Qing Zhao was "unyielding in spite of hardship and poverty". In her later years of "searching and searching", she tried her best to compile the Records of the Stone and completed her husband's unfinished work.

Therefore, it can be said that Li Qingzhao's works are inseparable from the word "sorrow", from the initial emotional sorrow, to the family sorrow of family ruin, and then to the national sorrow of the fall of Jiangshan. This complicated melancholy made her step by step into the temple of literature. It can be described as eternal sorrow!

Qingzhao's words are wonderful, ingenious, unprecedented and unprecedented, and he is respected as the graceful patriarch, which is a monument in the history of Chinese spiritual civilization.

Not only in literature, but also in history, her Records of the Stone is of great literary value.

Li Qingzhao's ci can be divided into two periods, one is Nandu, the other is Nandu. The early ci mainly describes the theme of hurting spring resentment and boudoir life, which shows the sentimental personality of female ci writers. For example, A Dream Order describes the feelings of cherishing spring flowers:

Last night, the rain and wind dispersed suddenly, and the heavy sleep didn't consume the wine.

I wonder if the shutter people still know whether Haitang should be green, fat, red and thin.

Another poem: A Dream Order

I often remember that the pavilion is drunk at sunset, and I don't know how to get home, so I can go back to the boat in the evening

I mistakenly entered the depths of lotus flowers and started a beach of gulls < >.

It's hard to stop pear blossoms when they come out of the mountains in the distance to hasten dusk, and the breeze blows and rains to lighten the shade.

Huanxisha

It's cold in the spring, the jade stove sinks with water and smoke, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow with hidden flowers.

In the future, Haiyan will fight for grass, while Jiangmei has passed the willow floss, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.

Huanxisha

The bun hurts the spring and makes the comb more careless. In the evening breeze, the courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.

Jade ducks smoke the stove to refresh their brains, while Zhu Ying covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.

Huanxisha

Embroidered hibiscus smiles and leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya duck, and the eye movement is guessed.

on the one hand, it is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you a lonely heart, and the moon will move and the shadow will come again.

The words she wrote for Zhao Mingcheng's going out are even more affectionate and unique. For example, Drunken Flower Yin describes that the poetess feels lonely when "the festival is also called Chongyang", so she uses the yellow flower as a metaphor to say:

The mist and thick clouds disappear forever, and the golden beast festival is celebrated, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen in Chongyang is cool in the middle of the night.

After the wine is drunk in Dongli, there is a dark fragrance, and the sleeves are full of ecstasy. The Westerner is thinner than the yellow flower.

The concept is novel and the interest is elegant, which is not the complaint of the general male writer first-person narrator. Another example is "A Prune of Plums", which expresses the poet's longing for her husband's letter:

Flowers drift from water to water, a kind of lovesickness, and two worries

This feeling can't be eliminated, but then she frowned, but came to her heart

Her later poems are full of the feeling of serious injury that "things are people who don't do anything", thus expressing her deep attachment to the old country and the past. For example, the first film of "The Sound is Slow" shows the sense of loss of the poet who is "searching" and has no hope, and the sad expression of being alone in the "cold and lonely, miserable and sad" environment. The next film is touching the scene and feeling sorry for yourself: "Who can pick and guard the window now? How can the black phoenix tree grow alone? It's drizzling till dusk. What's the first sad word this time?" The whole word is clear in language, rapid in rhythm and sad in mood. Another famous poem, Yong Yu Le, was caused by the Lantern Festival, and missed the past "Zhongzhou heyday". The next film reads:

When the boudoir in Zhongzhou is in its prime, I remember to lay stress on three or five shops and green crowns

Twisting golden snow willows to fight for the benefit of Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty.

I am afraid of going out at night, so I might as well listen to people laughing under the curtain.

The whole word reveals my deep sadness about the country's changes, the joy of the past and the sorrow of the present. Later, Liu Chenweng, a poet in the late Song Dynasty, read this word and couldn't help

Li Qingzhao's ci has a unique style, which is called "Yi 'an Style" by later generations. The main features of Li's Ci are as follows: First, she wrote Ci with her female identity and special experience, creating an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, thus expanding the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful Ci. Second, he is good at extracting vivid and smooth language from written language and daily spoken language; Good at using the techniques of drawing and describing, forming a seamless realm.

A collection of important words

A touch of crimson lips

Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.

leaning over the bar, I'm just in no mood! Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and the road to return is broken.

touch your lips

stop swinging, get up and straighten your hands. Beside her, the thin de hung with crystal dew, her ch perspiration permeated with a thin silk gown.

When someone comes, the socks slip away, and they are ashamed to leave. Looking back by the door, I smell the green plum.

Huanxisha

Don't make a cup with deep amber, and melt it before you get drunk. You should come late to relax your clock.

The brain-refreshing fragrance dispels dreams, turns the cold golden bun loose, and turns the candle flowers red when you wake up.

Huanxisha

The idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so I can't talk to heptachord by leaning against the building.

It's hard to stop pear blossoms when they come out of the mountains in the distance to hasten dusk, and the breeze blows and rains to lighten the shade.

Huanxisha

It's cold in the spring, the jade stove sinks with water and smoke, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow with hidden flowers.

In the future, Haiyan will fight for grass, while Jiangmei has passed the willow floss, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.

the voice is slow

looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is sad and sad. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing.

three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone?

the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk. This time, what a sad word!

complaining

I came to Shen Zui late at night to remove makeup, and the plum calyx was stuck with branches. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in the spring, and your dreams will never return.

people are quiet, the moon is soft, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.

Bodhisattva Man

The sound of returning to Hong broke the clouds, and the smoke from the back window fell straight. At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than the light.

the sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bull's-eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold.

Bodhisattva Man

It's still early in spring when the wind is soft, and I feel good at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are on my temples.

where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn when you are lying in the water, and the fragrance will not disappear.

Good things are near

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of the long-remembered begonia, it is the season of hurting spring.

when the wine bar sings, the jade is respected, and the blue jar is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable and bitter, and it is even more screaming.

qingpingle

in the snow every year, I often get drunk with plum blossoms, and I have no intention to remove them, so I win tears all over my clothes!

this year, the corners of the earth are far away, and the rustling temples are full of flowers. Look at that night wind blowing open the plum, probably also difficult to see its gorgeous.

recalling Qin' e

Lingao Pavilion, chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are sparsely populated. The smoke is thin, and when the crows return, they smell the horns at dusk.

the fragrance is broken and the fragrance is lingering, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn and lonely.

adding words to pick mulberry seeds

Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the atrium, and the leaves are heart-warming.

It's raining in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and it's dripping with rain; A little bit of rain, worrying about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!

spread the Huanxi sand

knead the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of demeanor, such as Yanfu, is too bright.

plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, but cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked through a thousand miles of dreams, but heartless.

Spread out the Huanxisha

Sick of rustling and burning temples, lying watching the broken moon on the window screen. Boil the nutmeg into boiling soup, do not have to beat the spirit of tea and eat.

Poetry and books on the pillow are in a good leisure place, and the scenery and rain in front of the door are good. I borrow more from people all day long and spend a lot of time with osmanthus flowers.

Wulingchun

The fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go canoeing. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.

Drunken Flower Yin

The mist is thick, the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated. In the double ninth festival, lying in the pillow, in the middle of the night, the cold of the body has just been soaked.

after dusk, Dongli Bar has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.

nangezi

the stars turn in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow is full of tears, and he takes off his clothes and asks, what is the night?

Cuitie lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather old clothes, only feelings are different, old home!

Complaining about Wang Sun

The wind on the lake is boundless, and autumn is dusk, with little red and fragrance. The water, the mountains and the mountains are close to people, which is inexhaustible and infinitely good.

Lotus seeds have grown into lotus leaves, which are washed with green dew and covered with flowers and grasses. Sleeping in Sha Ou heron doesn't look back, it seems to hate, and people return early.

partridge sky

lock the window when it is rustling in the cold, and the phoenix tree should hate the frost at night. The wine column prefers the bitter tea, and the dream is broken.

Autumn is over, and the days are still long. Zhong Xuanhuai is far more desolate. It's better to get drunk with the respect, and don't be negative.

partridge sky

It's dull and light, with a soft corpus luteum, and the trace of affection is far away, but only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light blue and deep red? It's the first among flowers.

Plum blossoms must be jealous, chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painting column will be crowned in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet can be cruel and heartless, but why didn't he receive it in that year?

Jade Tower, Spring and Red Plum

Red Crisp Ken. I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see that it is infinite.

Taoist priests languish at the bottom of the spring window, bored, depressed and worried. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there is no wind in the Ming Dynasty.

Xiaozhongshan

Spring comes to Nagato, and the spring grass is green, and some red plums are broken, but they don't bloom evenly. Take out the cage pianissimo tea, crushed jade crystal like crystal, want to keep the morning dream, suck a mouthful, shocked a cup of green spring scenery.

The shadows of flowers are heavy on the door, and the curtains are thin on the moon. It's a good evening. For the third time in two years, live up to, guilaiba, said to have good taste of the warm spring.

Linjiangxian

The courtyard is a little deep, the cloud window and fog pavilion are often covered, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually distinct, and the spring returns to Moling tree, making people old and healthy.

It's a lot to feel the moon and sing the wind, but now you're getting old and getting nowhere. Who's more pathetic and haggard? It's boring to try the lamp, and you're not in the mood to walk through the snow.

Linjiang Xianmei

The courtyard is a little deep, and the fog pavilion in the cloud window is late in spring, so who is haggard and loses its charm? It is good to dream at night, and it should be the southern branch.

Jade thin sandalwood is light and infinite hate, while the Qiang in the south building is in charge of it. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows out, the warm wind will be late, so don't let the apricot blossom be fat.

Butterfly Lovers

It's warm and sunny, and the wind breaks the ice at first, and my eyes are full of eyebrows and cheeks, so I feel the heart of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the residual powder and flowers are heavy.

At first, I tried to clamp the gold thread seam of the shirt, and the pillow was inclined, which damaged the hairpin and phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone with deep sorrow, and the night is still in snuff.

Butterfly Love Flower Changle Pavilion sends a message to my sister

Tears are wet and Luo Yi is covered with powder, and she sings all over Qian Qian. The humanity mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is drizzling and lonely.

I'm sorry to leave my place, but I forgot to leave. The wine is deep and shallow, so that I can pass the book over the geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.

I've called my relatives on the Butterfly Lovers

I'm too lazy to be happy all night, dreaming of Chang 'an, and I'll take Chang 'an Road. In order to report the good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together.

Although casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which is just like being embraced by people. Don't laugh when you are drunk, poor people are like spring.

a prune

the fragrant red lotus root can last forever. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.

flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.

fisherman's pride

The sky meets the clouds and the mist, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It seems that the dream soul belongs to the emperor, smells the heavenly language and asks me where I belong.

I reported that I had a long way to go, and there were amazing sentences in learning poetry; Nine Wan Li Fengpeng is lifting, the wind stops, and Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.

Fisherman's pride

In the snow, it is known that spring is coming, cold plums are dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half-opened. In court, the Jade Man bathed in new makeup.

Nature may be intentional, so teach the bright moon exquisitely. * * * The bounty honors the green ants, so don't be drunk. This flower is not comparable to the flowers in the group.

Minced Magnolia

When you sell it on a flower pole, you get a spring flower. Tears are dyed lightly and evenly, with traces of rosy clouds and dew.

Afraid Lang guessed that slave flour is not as good as flower flour. The cloud temples are slanting, and I want to teach Lang to compare and watch.

partridge and ginkgo biloba

the charm and grace are not very good, and you can be a slave if you respect the sweet orange before. Who has pity on the Jianghu? jade bone's ice muscles are not willing to wither.

whoever teaches me to pick branches at the same time, when I am drunk, I will rely on the truth. The householder is really interested in breaking up, and he wants to sing two new flavors.

Chun Qing, Niannujiao

The courtyard is depressed, and it is drizzling, so the heavy doors must be closed. Petting willow flowers and eating cold food is close, and all kinds of annoying weather.

it's a leisurely taste to make a poem with a dangerous rhyme. It is hard to send a thousand worries when you have spent too much money.

it was cold in spring upstairs for several days, and the curtains hung all around, and the jade fence was dry and careless. Be Leng Xiang's new dream sleep, don't be sad.

the morning dew is clear, the new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much it is to swim in the spring! The day is high and the smoke is gathering. Is it sunny today?

Changshoule

Nanchang birthday,