"Li Yu, the lord of the male middle, And Li Yi'an among the females", it is said that Li Yu, the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, is the most powerful in writing among men, and among women, it is Li Qingzhao.
There are a total of 78 poems handed down by Li Qingzhao in his lifetime, which is significantly less than many other poems. For example, there are more than 1,000 works handed down by Li Bai, and more than 1,500 ancient poems by Du Fu have been passed down to future generations. However, this did not affect Li Qingzhao's side-by-side with these poetry masters, and he was called "a generation of lexicon" and "the first talented woman in the ages" by later generations. This shows how excellent Li Qingzhao's poetry is, and how it is recognized and respected by the world!
Li Qingzhao's poems can be roughly divided into 5 stages according to the chronological order of writing: girls' generation, waiting for the word boudoir, newlywed Yan'er, and Jing Kang Nandu
1. Girls' Generation:
Li Qingzhao's teenage years lived with her father in her hometown of Jinan, and the elegant living environment and profound family origins made Li Qingzhao in an excellent cultural atmosphere from an early age, and he had a very high literary accomplishment very early. After moving to the capital city of Bieliang at the age of 18, with the broadening of his horizons, he began to show his prominence in the word world, and wrote the famous poem "Like a Dream Order" (last night's rain and wind). As soon as this word came out, it caused a sensation throughout the Beijing Division, "At that time, the scribes did not beat the festival to praise, and there was no one who could do it." The main works she wrote at this stage were:
Like a dream
Often remember the sunset of the Creek Pavilion, drunk and do not know the way back.
Returning to the boat in the evening, I mistakenly fell into the depths of the lotus flower.
Scramble for the ferry, scramble for the ferry, startle a beach of gulls and herons.
Most of Li Qingzhao's works from her girlhood are related to wine. Drinking and playing, the talented woman has formed an indissoluble relationship with wine since she was a child, it seems that she is not a "well-behaved woman" in our impression, but a "temperamental person"!
Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong, and the heavy sleep did not consume the wine.
Try to ask the curtain people, but the begonias are still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green fat red thin
This is a masterpiece of Li Qingzhao's girlhood, scenery, things, people, wine, even the city, fully reflects her freedom and uninhibited.
2. Wait in the middle of the word
At the age of 18, according to the customs of the Song Dynasty, girls must consider the issue of marriage. As a talented woman of a generation, Li Qingzhao's feelings are more delicate and fierce. She and Zhao Mingcheng have a spirit in their hearts, and they secretly agree. In the strong feelings in the heart, it is mixed with the reticence and resentment of the girl.
Dot lips
Kick off the swing and get up to straighten your hands.
Dew is thin and thin, and the sweat is lightly clothed.
See someone coming, sock shoveling gold nozzle slip, and shy away.
Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum.
Even the most generous girls have shy times, but Li Qingzhao is shy but has a different flavor. Seeing the lover in her heart visiting, she couldn't avoid it, and she was in love before leaving, but she cleverly said that she smelled the fragrance of a branch of green plums, how innocent and romantic it was from her girlhood!
Raccoon Creek Sand
Embroidered hibiscus smiled,
Snuggle up to the duck kiss the cheeks,
The eye waves were only guessed.
One side has a deep charm,
Half-hearted hate to send a ghost,
The moon shifts and the shadow of the flower is about to return.
3. Newlywed Yan'er
Soon, 18-year-old Li Qingzhao married Zhao Mingcheng, a 21-year-old student at the time, in Beijing. After marriage, the two of them played strings and chords, and although their lives were plain, they were very happy. However, the good times did not last long, and Mingcheng's father was framed and moved his family to Qingzhou when Li Qingzhao was 25 years old. Most of the poems made here describe the love of the young couple and the longing when they are separated.
Minus magnolia
Sell flowers on the shoulders, buy a branch of spring to put.
The tear stains are light and even, like the dew marks of Tongxia Xiaoxiao.
Afraid Lang guessed that slave noodles were not as good as flower noodles.
The clouds are slanted, and the disciples want to call Lang Bi and look.
Newlywed Yan'er, Li Qingzhao's shyness can make all the boys' hearts melt away. In front of her husband Zhao Mingcheng, Li Qingzhao actually ate vinegar with the flowers, afraid that the flowers would rob him of his brilliance, and insisted that Zhao Mingcheng evaluate which was more beautiful. What daughter would not be touched by it!
Drunken flower yin
Mist thick clouds worry eternal day, Rui brain dispels the golden beast.
Festive and heavy sun, jade pillow yarn cabinet, cool in the middle of the night.
After the east hedge put the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves.
Mo Dao does not extinguish the soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower.
Chongyang Festival misses her husband, the same theme, but Li Qingzhao deduced a different classic, a sentence "people are thinner than yellow flowers", let people see the heart broken!
A cut of plum
Red lotus incense residue jade autumn. Gently dissolve Luo Xie and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the cloud sends the Book of Jin? When the goose word returns, the moon is full of the West Building.
Flowers float from zero water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idleness.
There was no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lowered my eyebrows, but I was worried.
Dot lips. Thoughts
Lonely and deep, an inch of sorrow.
Spring and spring go, a few times to induce flower rain.
Leaning all over the fence, just no emotion.
Where man is, the grass is fading, and the road back is broken.
These are all poems written by Yi An when the two places were separated after he married Zhao Mingcheng. Who can write such a poetic and tender thought, I would like to ask who else can surpass Li Qingzhao?
4. Jingkang Nandu
In the second year of Song Qinzong Jingkang, Li Qingzhao was 44 years old. The Jin people invaded the south en masse, captured the father and son of Emperor Huizong of Song and Emperor Qinzong and went north, known in history as the "Change of Jingkang", and the northern Song court collapsed. In March of that year, Zhao Mingcheng died in Jiangning (present-day Nanjing) because of his mother, and went south to mourn. In August, he became the governor of Jiangning Province and was also the deputy envoy of Jiangdong Economic System. The situation in the north became more and more tense, and Li Qingzhao began to sort out the selection collection, that is, to go south.
After the southern crossing, Li Qingzhao's homesickness was strong, and because he had no heirs, her husband married a concubine, and at this time, Li Qingzhao's relationship with her husband was not as good as before.
Partridge day
On a cold day, Xiao Xiao locked the window, and the sycamore should hate the night frost.
The wine is more like the bitterness of the tea, and the dream is more suitable for Rui's brain fragrance.
Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuanhuai is far more desolate.
It is better to get drunk with the sub-respect, and the east hedge chrysanthemum is yellow.
Summer sentences
Born as a master,
Death is also a ghost male.
Thinking of Xiang Yu so far,
Refused to cross Jiangdong.
Three years after Jianyan, after Zhao Mingcheng was deposed as the prefect of Jiangning Province, the two couples prepared boats on Wuhu. To Chiyang, passing through the Xiangyu Temple, Li Qingzhao touched the scenery and made a poem of "Wujiang", relying on the hero Xiang Yu. Soon, Zhao Mingcheng died.
Fisherman pride
The sky is full of clouds and mist, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance.
It was as if the dream soul had returned to the emperor's house, and he heard the heavenly language and asked me earnestly where I belonged.
I reported that the road was long and twilight, and there were amazing sentences in the study of poetry.
Ninety thousand miles of wind and peng are moving. The wind rested, and the boat blew to take the three mountains.
In an escape voyage to the sea, through all the hardships, Li Qingzhao wrote such a romantic and bold lyric.
Li Qingzhao completed her common ideal with her husband, and after completing the "Afterword to the Golden Stone Record", there was no longer any concern in the world, and it was full of loneliness, loneliness, and coldness. In October 1134, Li Qingzhao avoided chaos in Jinhua.
Wuling Spring
The spring evening wind and dust and fragrant flowers have run out, and the night is tired of combing hair.
Things are people and things are not things, and tears flow first.
It is said that sungai spring is still good, and it is also intended to pan a light boat.
I am only afraid of the Twin Streams Ship Boat, and I can't carry many worries.
Also in her later years, li Qingzhao once again showed her superb literary skills and thinking span, only afraid that the thin boat in Sungai could not carry the heavy sorrow in my heart! At this time, Li Qingzhao was accompanied only by poetry.
Spring cripple
Spring is homesick for what is hard, and the longest hate is combed in the illness.
Liang Yan speaks all day long, and the rose wind is fine and fragrant.
The sound is slow
Seeking, cold, miserable and miserable.
When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest.
Three glasses of two light wine, how to oppose him, late wind.
The goose is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers pile up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can be picked up now?
Guarding the window, how can you be born black alone?
Sycamores are more drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit.
This time, what a sad word.
Li Qingzhao has no children, guarding a lonely small courtyard, there is no relative around, state affairs are difficult to ask, family affairs are afraid to mention again, only the autumn wind sweeps the yellow leaves in front of the door, and occasionally one or two old friends visit. She has a friend with a grandchild surname, and her youngest daughter is ten years old and extremely intelligent. One day when the child came to play, Li Qingzhao said to her, you should learn something, I am old, I am willing to teach what I have learned in my life. I don't want the child to blurt out, "It's not a woman's business." Li Qingzhao couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, she felt a dizziness, and held the door frame in her hand, so that she barely fell. Fairy tales, it turns out that there are talented and sentient women in this society are really superfluous. However, she has always had the luxury of caring about state affairs, writing books and teachings, preaching and teaching. She collected a lot of cultural relics sweat cattle, she learned to be rich in five cars, words and words to move Beijing, but in the end she ended up with no way to serve the country, no love to trust, no specialization to learn, and others looked at her as strange. Li Qingzhao felt as if she were falling into an abyss that was borderless on all sides, and a terrible loneliness struck her, and no one in this world could read her heart. Like Xiang Lin's sister-in-law, she walked dazedly among the fallen leaves and yellow flowers of late autumn in Hangzhou, and recited this poem that condensed her life and the pain of her whole body, and also established her place in the history of Chinese literature.