The drunkard of that year was still a little girl, and she should not have started drinking yet, but her talent had already begun to appear.
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Kick off the swing and get up to straighten your hands. Dew is thin and thin, and the sweat is lightly clothed.
See the guests come in, the socks are scratched with gold noodles. And shy away. Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum.
The little girl had grown up, swinging in the high courtyard wall, looking at the hand that grabbed the rope when swinging, it should be an early summer morning, and the little girl already had a thin layer of sweat on her head. Hearing someone, he wanted to quickly dodge, but he was seen, and the person who came may still be a dancing teenager, whether it is Zhao Mingcheng or not, no one knows. Therefore, there is a posture of "and shyness", but I don't want to leave, so I "lean on the door to look back", pretend to look like "but smell the green plum", a beautiful poetry, full of dynamics, and the shyness and beauty of a spring heart has moved the slim girl, jumping on the paper.
She got married that year, because she was a second-generation official, and it was estimated that she married well, and the average family did not have such a large courtyard.
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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.
This ghost girl, a drunken incident made her write so vividly, "Xi Ting", "Lotus Flower", "Sunset" these three sets of words are not only a vivid painting, picture, face (scene) color, harmony and peace. Suddenly, the pen turned, scrambling for the ferry, scrambling for the ferry, startling the gulls, and it was a beach of gulls. After reading this song, the picture is almost the same as the movie, Zhang Chi is moderate, quiet and orderly.
She drank too much that day.
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.
In the morning, still lying on the bed, there is still wine in the mouth, only remember that last night's wind was very strong, asked her to roll the curtains of the ya ring, do not know whether her begonias have been damaged by the wind, yes, the flowers should still be yesterday's appearance, it is "green fat red skinny".
That year' Yuanxiao Festival, she drank too much.
Butterfly Love Flower Shangmi summons relatives
The eternal night is less joyful, empty dreams of Chang'an, and recognizes 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, although grassy, wine and plum acid, just call people embrace. Drunken flowers and flowers do not smile, poor people like spring will grow old.
The romantic "drunkard" was forced to leave Bieliang during the period of decline of the Southern Song Dynasty, gathered the family together in the turbulent displacement, and still integrated the attachment to the homeland into the atmosphere of wine with romantic feelings. "Eternal Night, Less Joy", Dream Chang'an, recognize Chang'an Road, wine and plum acid, poor people like spring will grow old. The feelings of the lyricist, under the moisture of the wine, are still euphemistic and moving.
Later, shortly after getting married, her husband traveled on a business trip, thought of her husband on the Chongyang Festival, and mixed her thoughts with wine, and she drank too much.
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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.
The day without a husband, all day long is a misty cloud, "jade pillow yarn kitchen, cool in the middle of the night." The husband is not at home, the jade pillow sleeps alone, and the yarn tent sleeps alone, what will be the feeling! "Cool in the middle of the night" is not just a cool season, but another desolate taste. It was "cold in the middle of the night", after lunch, "after the wine was dusk", but it was not addictive, and finally felt that "people are thinner than yellow flowers".
For her life where can there be less wine!
Later, when the country was destroyed, her relatives were separated, and her husband died, she drank a lot, and how many people in China were drunk by this cup of wine?
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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!
This "drunkard" is Li Qingzhao, she is drunk with China's most romantic feelings, she is drunk with China's most graceful poetry, she is drunk with the most Chinese woman's romance, and she is drunk with China's most beautiful literary talents.
Although the Slovaks have gone with the wind, they have left poetry to warm the world, such talents, how many people in the future generations have enemies her?