Text/Zhao Lianfang
The woman who looked like Mei
——Reading "Li Qingzhao's Biography" has a feeling
Author: Zhao Lianfang
The books you read, the paths you take, will eventually become part of your body and mind. Yes, when I was a child, I didn't read a lot, but there is one person who has been deeply engraved in my life, and she is Li Qingzhao, who is known as the "first talented woman in the ages".
I like her agility and playfulness of the gulls, I like her frankness and boldness in the wine of the East Fence, I admire her husbandhood of "being born as a masterpiece", and I am even more impressed by her courage in the feudal society to resist the scumbag in marriage... A legendary woman from a thousand years ago stood in front of you like this, how can you not fall in love?! It is said that a woman is like a flower, which kind of flower can have her dark fragrance? Half bright and half cold, a cold plum, bright as you; a wisp of plum fragrance, like you in the bones.
Early years: Every year in the snow, plum blossoms are often planted
The reason I love Li Qingzhao is that she is funny, even if she travels through thousands of years, she feels that her charm has not diminished at all. Especially girls' generation, it is so cute and playful. Speaking of which, I have to mention her "Dream Order ∙ Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset". "Often remember the sunset of the Xi Pavilion, drunk and do not know the way back, happy to return to the boat at night, mistakenly into the depths of the lotus flower." Scramble for the ferry, startling a pool of gulls and herons. A few words, it seems to come out randomly, but it is like gold, and the sentences contain deep meaning. The last sentence, exhausted and inexhaustible, is even more lingering.
There is also a poem "Qing Ping Le ∙ Nian Nian Xueli", which is a work of plum appreciation, and it is also a work of summative remembrance of Li Qingzhao for his early, middle and late years. In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often planted and drunk. Imagining such a sentence, it is natural to imagine such a painting, between the white heaven and earth, a young girl under the plum tree admired the plum and sniffed the plum, could not help but fold a flower inserted in the sideburns, beautiful herself, drunk for many years.
Writing this, my mind can't help but go back to my girlhood, spring, and boys competing to climb trees to pick elm money; in summer, rolling up high pants legs to touch fish in the stream; in autumn, digging a pit in the ground to roast sweet potatoes, eating with a face like a play; winter, throwing a few gyroes on the ice. In that comfortable time, I felt as cute as Qingzhao.
Middle-aged: Exhaust the plum blossom without good intentions, win the full dress of tears
When I was a child, I read the words of Qingzhao, some cheerful, some mournful, but I just thought that it was the author's mood was different, who would not be happy and sad. Later, after understanding the history, I understood her sorrows, in the feudal era, how could a little girl change the fate of the country? But the difference between her and others is here, although she is a female stream, but she has a far-sighted vision, not limited to the affairs of the boudoir, worried about the country and the people, a sentence "born as a master, dead as a ghost male", showing her iron bones, patriotism and love, she chose the former.
Everyone knows that Li Qingzhao is one of the founders of the "Gentle School", but they don't know that what she exudes in her bones is righteousness. It's just a pity that in that era of "son preference", she could not achieve her lofty ambitions, and she could only sigh and win the tears of the dress.
Later years: This year, the cape is the end of the world, and Xiao Xiao is full of sideburns
The death of her husband, the shattering of mountains and rivers, and Li Qingzhao's life has been turbulent and displaced since then, "looking for and foraging, cold and cold, miserable and miserable relatives", only fourteen words, telling countless grievances of the lyricists. No one understood her pain, and the girl who did not understand the world at the beginning, experienced the baptism of years, became mature, and the last sentence "This time, how can I get a sad word?" "After reading it, I can't help but burst into tears. Cape Tianya, looking at the two sideburns in the mirror, remember the girl who was drunk with plum blossoms?
Li Qingzhao's life is not a microcosm of the Song Dynasty. During the Northern Song Dynasty, Qingzhao was born in the Jinan Shuxiang family, but because of the Destruction of the Northern Song Dynasty, he could only flee south, and in the snow of that year, the girlhood of often plum blossoms and drunkenness was gone, leaving only full of clothes and tears. Her words, her people, like a pot of fine wine, the older and more fragrant! A few words of graffiti are a tribute to you in your heart! Also a tribute to today's great times!
Partridge day ∙ spring
The sound of the geese enters the clouds, and the east wind manages the years and huaxin.
The water is far away from the wide, and the tooth drum is new to the leaves of the mountain.
Bang Liu Rhyme, Show Eyebrow Marks. Want to cut plum magpie branches evenly.
Every year, I was given a raw flower pen to depict the mountains and rivers in a roll of spring.
About the Author
Zhao Lianfang, teacher of Linyi No. 10 Middle School, outstanding class teacher of Shandong Province, outstanding teacher of the first Xizhi, teaching expert of Linyi City. Member of Linyi Poetry Creation Committee. Deputy editor-in-chief of Xuezao Lanxiang Poetry Society, who has created nearly 1,000 poems, has served as an expert judge of the Shandong Provincial Children's Classic Recitation Competition, a proposition expert of the Linyi Poetry Conference, and has accompanied poems for the second "You Read Beautiful" photography exhibition in Lanshan District. A piece of chalk writes Spring and Autumn, and the two sleeves of the breeze cultivate new people, committed to the dissemination and inheritance of traditional poetry culture, in order to retain the cultural roots and wisdom soul that history has given us.