Bai Luomei said: Spring is flourishing, everything is awake, and the most elegant and affectionate thing in the world is this season.
In such a season of blooming flowers, Li Qingzhao, a beautiful and gentle beauty, waited alone in the lonely hollow, her husband went to work in other places, and she lived alone in Qingzhou.
In these days when her husband was gone, her thoughts grew wildly, and whenever she thought of him, she also sat in front of the bronze mirror to sketch her eyebrows, and she also sat under the flowers to embroider with needles. Stroke by stroke, stitch by thread, are all thoughts. It's just that this thought is difficult to endure, and the sorrow is difficult to dissipate, and every bit of it has converged into this "Butterfly Love Flower".
Warm rain and sunny wind first broke the freeze, willow eyes and plum cheeks, has felt the spring heartbeat. Who shares wine poetry? Tears are heavy.
At first try the jacket gold strand seam, the mountain pillow is oblique, and the pillow is damaged. Alone with thick sorrow and no good dreams, the night is still cutting the lights and flowers.
—— "Butterfly Loves Flowers" Li Qingzhao
Parting and sorrow, endless lovesickness, this is the eternal topic of ancient poetry, and this "Butterfly Love Flower" is written by Li Qingzhao shortly after his new marriage with Zhao Mingcheng, under extreme longing. At that time, Zhao Mingcheng was going to go to a foreign place to take office, and Li Qingzhao stayed at home alone. Newlywed Yan'er, alone in the empty boudoir, how can this not make people sad? Under the overwhelming thoughts, there was only a word of borrowing, as if muttering to himself.
Spring is warm and warm, the slightest light rain carries a warm and melting breath, a breeze blows, it seems to blow away the cold of winter, so the ice and snow melt, everything recovers, and everything seems to come alive.
The weeping willows by the lake fiddle with thin branches, and there are still a few buds on the branches, and the leaves are as bright and moving as a woman's eyes, and a cluster of plum blossoms blooms quietly, and the pink petals are like the pink cheeks of a girl, which is cute.
Seeing this scene, the footsteps of spring have approached, and I am also touched by this beautiful scenery. At this time, it is a good season in the world, so you should enjoy the flowers and drink, discuss poetry and painting, and not get drunk and not return, so as not to live up to this spring scene on earth. But you are not by my side, even if it is absolutely beautiful, who should I cook wine and poetry with? Thinking of this, the beauty in front of me is even more touching, the thoughts come out little by little, and unconsciously the tears wet the eye sockets, and drop by drop fall, mutilating the incense powder that I rubbed on my face.
This year's newly made spring shirt made of gold silk has been made for a long time, and it has not been touched there, so I picked up the shirt and tried it on for a while, but my mind was not on the new shirt. I thought of my husband, who was far away, leaning helplessly on the pillow with some sadness. Even if you inadvertently crush the ring on your head, you don't have the heart to pay attention to it, the taste of missing a person is not good at all, this melancholy is getting thicker and thicker, so that it is difficult to sleep at night, it is difficult to dream; especially in the middle of the night, it is even more difficult to stay up, looking at the candles on the case, light and dark, just like my mood, I am confused, reaching out to fiddle with the lamp, thinking about the husband in the distance, I don't know if this thought can be transmitted to his side inch by inch.
"Warm rain and sunny wind first broke the freeze, willow eyes and plum cheeks, has felt the spring heartbeat." At the beginning of this poem, Li Qingzhao only uses three or two sentences to point out that the season is spring and the unique scene in this season. Look, spring ice and snow melt, willow green flowers, warblers and swallows dance, everywhere is a joyful atmosphere, spring is a season that brings hope. Of course, there is no way to enjoy all this scenery indoors, and you need to go out to enjoy it. So the writer rose up to go out for a walk, came to the outside, looked around, the spring scenery was beautiful, the rain moistened everything, the wind blew willow branches, the ice melted and the snow melted, how to see is a vibrant scene.
After a winter of charging, the newly grown willow leaves are like the bright and moving eyes of the woman, and a plum blossom standing in the wind in the distance blooms proudly, and the pink petals are the pink cheeks of the girls, and I can only say a word of spring. Seeing such a beautiful view will make people's mood better.
The phrase "has felt the heartbeat of spring" has two meanings, we can understand that the first layer is to see the spring outside, the scenery is pleasant, let people feel happy, the other meaning can be understood as the spring heart sprouts, that is, from here, thoughts breed. As the saying goes, good things should be shared with everyone, and people who love each other are naturally no exception, so our young couples now want to share with their other half when they meet delicious and fun. Of course, the same is true of the ancients. Li Qingzhao naturally wanted to share it with her husband when she saw such a beautiful scenery, after all, they were also newly married, and it was the time of intense love.
"Who shares the poetry of wine?" Tears are heavy. After Li Qingzhao admired the beauty of this spring day, he wanted to share this scene with her husband, but her husband was not around, and her sorrow and thoughts were intertwined, which was upsetting. Faced with such a beautiful view, it was supposed to drink and discuss poetry with the people who loved each other, but this wish could not be realized. Recalling the good times of reading and pouring tea with her husband before, I felt a pang of sadness, less the company of people who loved each other, the beauty of spring seemed to be less of a color, drinking and having fun was no longer interested, and drinking with people I liked was called making music, and drinking alone was called borrowing wine to pour sorrow.
Thinking of her husband not being around, Li Qingzhao's elaborate makeup and bright spring scenery could not withstand the sense of loss that her husband was not around. Missing more and more thickened, will unconsciously shed tears, elaborate makeup in the erosion of tears also faded color, the hairpin on the head seems to be particularly heavy at this moment, and people who go out to walk on the green no longer have the heart to appreciate the beautiful scenery, all in the thought of the heart of the person went, also tended to go home, was in a happy mood to go out to enjoy the scenery, but when they came back, they were full of sorrow.
"At first try the gold seam of the jacket, the mountain pillow is oblique, and the pillow is damaged." Li Qingzhao recalled that when her husband was around, the two Qinser and Ming, had the same interests and hobbies, and were happy about what they did, and now they were alone at home, and they were not interested in what they did. The life in the boudoir is cold and lonely, just living on thoughts. This year's newly cut spring shirt has been placed there for a long time and has not been tried, the new dress has not aroused the interest of the lyricist, and her eyes are full of her husband who is outside.
In boredom, the writer leaned on the mountain pillow, even if the exquisite ring was crushed, he did not have the heart to pay attention. Outside the beautiful scenery, Li Qingzhao is touching the scene, no intention to try on the spring shirt, no intention to go out again, just lazily leaning on the mountain pillow, not moving, the mood is extremely bored, let the thoughts invade themselves.
"Alone with deep sorrow and no good dreams, the night is still cutting the lights and flowers." A wisp of smoke and a wisp of sorrow, a thousand wisps haunt the heart, what is the worry? Distant hearts fall. As the saying goes, missing is the most difficult thing to stay up, especially in the dead of night. Knowing that the two could not see each other for a while, they still had the hope of seeing each other in their dreams to relieve the pain of lovesickness. The thoughts are too strong, and it is difficult to fall asleep tossing and turning, let alone dreaming of meeting each other. I can't sleep, which adds to my worries. In the silence of the night, the thoughts began to ferment, but this thought could not be dispelled, and it has been entangled in the heart. In all boredom, I had to pick up the lights on the candlestick to spend this long night.
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