Li Qingzhao’s famous sayings are as follows

Li Qingzhao’s name is Yi Anju, Han nationality, from Zhangqiu, Jinan, Shandong Province. A poet in the Song Dynasty, a representative of the Wanyue Ci School, she is known as "the most talented woman of all time". In the early stage of his poems, he wrote mostly about his leisurely life, and in the later stage, he mostly lamented his life experience and had a sentimental mood. In terms of form, he makes good use of line drawing techniques, creates his own channels, and uses clear and beautiful language.

The argument emphasizes the law of association, advocates elegance, puts forward the idea of ????"not being a family", and opposes the method of writing poetry. He is capable of poetry, but not much remains. Some of his chapters are timely and historical, and his sentimental words are generous, which is different from his style of writing.

Collection of famous ancient poems by Li Qingzhao:

Dark and light yellow body is soft in nature, but the traces of love are far away, only the fragrance remains. ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky·Osmanthus".

Easy to untie Luo Shang and board the orchid boat alone. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn".

How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi".

The poet is ruthless, why did he not see the end at that time? ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky·Osmanthus".

He is a hero in life and a hero in death. ——Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains".

Fifteen years ago, at the end of the month, Xiang Cong once wrote a flower appreciation poem. ——Li Qingzhao's "Occasionally".

Testing lights is no fun, walking in the snow is no fun. ——Li Qingzhao's "Linjiangxian·How deep is the courtyard".

The water leads to the southern country for three thousand miles, and the air pressure is in the fourteen states of Jiangcheng. ——Li Qingzhao's "Inscription on the Eight-Yong Tower".

The sky is filled with clouds, waves and mist, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. ——Li Qingzhao's "The Proud Fisherman·The Sky Connects the Clouds and Waves and Lian Xiaowu".

The stars and rivers in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. Liang Sheng's pillow is stained with tears. ——Li Qingzhao's "Nan Gezi·The Stars in the Sky".

The plum blossoms fall in the evening breeze courtyard. The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·The bun hurts the spring and makes it easier to comb".

I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing poems. ——Li Qingzhao's "The Proud Fisherman·The Sky Connects the Clouds and Waves and Lian Xiaowu".

The phoenix trees also drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi".

Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun·Spring Festival Gala".

The reason for losing weight is not due to illness or the sadness of autumn. ——Li Qingzhao's "Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Stage·Xiang Leng Jin Ni".

Returning to the boat late after having fun, accidentally fell into the depths of lotus flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xiting Sunset".

The embroidered hibiscus smiles, and the duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·Girlfriendship".

It is known in the snow that the news of spring has arrived. Winter plum blossoms adorn the branches. ——Li Qingzhao's "The Proud Fisherman·The Spring Letter Is Known in the Snow".

Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi".

People guess only when their eyes move. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·Girlfriendship".

One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn".

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn".

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi".

This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi".

It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes. ——Li Qingzhao, "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi, the onset of illness, and the beauty of the temples".

Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons. ——Li Qingzhao's "Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xiting Sunset".

I'm afraid that the Shuangxi sailboat cannot carry many sorrows. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun·Spring Festival Gala".

Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream: The Rain and the Wind Last Night".

I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ——Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains".

Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream: The Rain and the Wind Last Night".

Appreciation of Li Qingzhao’s representative work One Cut Plum:

One Cut Plum · Red lotus root fragrant and residual jade mat in autumn. Red lotus root fragrant and residual 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.

Translation:

The pink lotus has withered, and the fragrance has dissipated. The smooth jade bamboo mat carries the coolness of autumn. He took off his silk skirt, changed into casual clothes, and boarded the boat alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where the white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? When the wild geese flew back, the moonlight had filled the west tower.

The fallen flowers are floating alone, and the water is flowing alone. Both of them miss each other, but they can't talk to each other, so they have to stay alone and feel depressed. The sorrow of lovesickness couldn't be dismissed. As soon as it disappeared from the frown, it faintly lingered in my heart again.