As a famous bridesmaid, she is obsessed with horse fighting, but she can win many battles. She has a bumpy road, but she is strong-willed, and in the face of the unfortunate second marriage, she dares to file a complaint against her husband in court. She is Li Qingzhao, known as the "first talented woman in the ages", and is also an uncompromising female wine fairy. 11 drunken words, some tasted, some drunk, some rising, some with resentment.
The girl is carefree and makes fun of the wine
"Like a Dream Ling, Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset"
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.
"Like a Dream, Last Night's Rain and Wind"
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.
Li Qingzhao, who was a teenager, was also innocent, traveling with two or three friends, drinking and having fun, which can be described as a teenager who does not know the taste of sorrow.
A song "Like a Dream Order" sensationalized the Beijing division, a generation of female lyricists began to emerge in the literary world, and the name Li Qingzhao was destined to stay in history. The second time she became famous, it was because she paid Zhang Qian's "Reading the Zhongxing Ode Monument" and replied to the argument that the woman was a disaster for the country.
The concern and concern expressed by this young girl who has just entered the world's affairs cannot but impress the world.
Qinse harmonious, drinking and admiring plums
"Qing Qing Dynasty Slow , Forbidden Low Zhang"
Forbidden low, carved fence skillfully protected,
It is the only one in the middle.
Rong Hua is light and innocent
After the group of flowers, a breeze reveals the new makeup.
Enchanted, jealous wind and laughing moon, long martyrdom Dongjun.
East Side, South Mo Shang,
Zhengri baking pool hall, race walking incense wheel,
On the day of the feast, who can follow the dust.
Better bright light palace, a few branches first close to the edge of the even.
Jin Zun fell down and struggled with the candles, regardless of the dusk.
"Appeal to heartfelt feelings, late night to get drunk and remove makeup"
Late in the night to drunkenly remove makeup, plum calyx cutting stumps.
The wine wakes up and breaks the spring sleep, and the dream is far from returning.
People quietly, the moon clings, the green curtain hangs.
More residue, more twisting, more time.
When she was eighteen, Li Qingzhao had one more person to drink with her, that is, her husband Zhao Mingcheng.
This like-minded, like-minded couple often said wine, "Jin Zun poured down, and struggled with the candles, regardless of dusk." "It was a true portrayal of their drinking life at that time."
A loving couple, a poetic marriage, a proud snow plum, a drinking poem. She had also fantasized that all wishes about constant companionship could be fulfilled, but that life was not satisfactory.
The storm is gradually rising, and the cup of wine is stealing joy
"Drunken Flowers, Misty Clouds And Sorrow Forever Day"
Mist thick clouds worry eternal day, Rui brain dispels the golden beast.
Festive and heavy sun, jade pillow yarn kitchen, 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 lose his soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
"Phoenix Stage Memories of Blowing Flutes , Xiang Leng Jinyi"
Fragrant cold golden, turned red waves,
Get up and brush your hair.
Ren Bao is full of dust, and the sun is hooked.
Afraid of leaving the sorrow,
How many things, want to say and rest.
Newcomer skinny, not dry sick wine, not sad autumn.
Hugh, this time back also,
Ten million times "Yang Guan", it is also difficult to stay.
Nian Wuling people far away, smoke lock Qin Lou.
But the water flowing in front of the building,
Think of me and stare all day long.
Gaze at the place, from now on, a new period of sorrow.
The endless eunuch storm disturbed Li Qingzhao's cup of sake, her father was degraded, she was also implicated, and had to be separated from her husband Zhao Mingcheng and return to her original hometown.
Two years later, the couple who had been separated for a long time was finally able to get together, even if the living conditions were not as good as before, but at least it was stable, Qingzhou lived for ten years, gambling books to consume the tea-scented days, do not have a happy taste. However, the wine in this cup has finally changed, it is no longer the flavor of life, but a bitter medicine to heal her soul.
The wine of the southern crossing, dripping with sorrow
"Reminiscence of Qin'e LingaoGe"
Lingao Pavilion. The chaotic mountains and plains are thin in smoke.
The smoke is thin. After the roost returns, twilight smells the horn.
Broken incense and residual wine are evil. The westerly wind prompts the sycamores to fall.
Sycamore falls. It's still autumn, and it's lonely.
"Partridge Day, Cold Day, Xiao Xiao on the Window"
On a cold day, Xiao Xiao went to 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.
The more you drink, the lighter you drink, the more intense your sorrow becomes.
After the southern crossing, the grief of the destruction of the country and the death of the family, and the pain of scattered and tossing and turning, attacked Li Qingzhao from all directions. And her husband Zhao Mingcheng, who had been accompanying her, also died of illness after a few months of boycotting Jiangning.
Li Qingzhao was seriously ill, and she knew that from now on, she would bear the misfortune of this country alone. So she began to anesthetize herself with wine, and the wine went into her stomach and turned into a little sad tear.
Half a lifetime of suffering, drunk
"Butterfly Love Flower Shangmi Summons Relatives"
The eternal night is less joyful.
Empty dream of Chang'an, recognize Chang'an Road.
In order to report that the spring color is good this year, the flowers and moons and shadows should be taken care of.
Casual cups and plates are sloppy.
Wine plum acid, just called people's embrace.
Drunken flower arrangement Mo smile, poor spring like people will grow old.
"Bodhisattva Man, Wind And Gentle Sun Thin Spring"
The wind is soft and the spring is still early, and the jacket is in a good mood.
Sleep is slightly cold, plum blossom sideburns are crippled.
Where is the hometown, forget unless drunk.
When the water is lying down, it is burned, and the incense is not consumed.
As Li Bai said, raising a glass to dispel sorrow is even more sorrowful, but there is no other way for Li Qingzhao to eliminate sorrow except to borrow wine to dispel sorrow.
The golden stone paintings collected over the years were gone, and she could not save them, she could not save the lost love, nor could she save her former self.
In the face of the misery of wandering, the abuse of her stepfather, she could not be indifferent, although her heart was full of holes. The people who had spoken to her about the wine were gone, and she could no longer understand the taste of the wine.
Seek and seek, leave the lamp speechless
"Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking"
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 can you oppose him, and the wind is fast late?
Yan Guoye is sad, but he is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers pile up all over the ground. Haggard, who can pick it 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!
In his old age, Li Qingzhao still had difficulty quitting drinking, but the wine at this time had lost its taste.
She has experienced vicissitudes, suffered from sorrow, and how can a glass of dull wine be clear? The weight of life, this faltering old woman can not bear, her heart is tired. The beautiful years of that year passed slowly, and the traces of her walking made a deep footnote to the literary world.
From the green girl to the white-haired old woman, from "the embroidered hibiscus smiles" to "the longest hat in the sick comb", from "drunk and does not know the way home" to "forget unless drunk".
Amazing talent and brilliant talented woman through the ages, the pain of the death of the country and the death of the family, the personal fate of the sharp turn, a glass of wine can not be said, but without wine, how to say. The woman who slept heavily and did not lose the wine, the woman who fought against misfortune for half a lifetime, has slept in the depths of the lotus flower, sleeping in the hearts of each of us.
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