Reading Li Qingzhao's words, such as Pinhetian jade, such as appreciating blue and white porcelain.
always thought that a beautiful and weak woman like Li Qingzhao who was made of water was worthy of men's care and cherishment; I always thought that in the eyes of such a woman with dark fragrance and sleeves and standing in the wind, there was destined to be something that a man would never know. Such a red-faced woman is always a distant and mysterious landscape.
I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back.
Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.
Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.
Li Qingzhao "Like a Dream Order".
In a distant memory, a young girl from the Song Dynasty rowed a light boat, breaking the waves among the overlapping green leaves and red flowers. The girl's face was slightly red, and her eyes were worried, as if she was drunk. However, the boat was difficult to enter among the lotus leaves and lotus flowers, whirling. She looked around, confused, bad, lost. "Fight for the crossing, fight for the crossing", just as she was paddling hard to urge the blue boat, but in all directions, she fluttered and frightened the large flock of water birds on the beach.
Looking at the wild ducks and herons that flapped their wings and took off, the girl smiled happily. The laughter floated in the sky of the Song Dynasty, and the setting sun of the western sky reflected a touch of rouge on the girl's flower-like smiling face.
It was really a poetic and dreamy ** years. In the poetic lotus pond like an ink painting, the girl Li Qingzhao lives as bright as the sun on a March day, and as free as a bird flying in the sky. The joyful laughter is the natural voice of the girls, and it is the most authentic and original ecology of life. In the Xiting of the Song Dynasty and the hundred-acre lotus pond in the west of Jinan, the cheerful laughter that flew from there passed through thousands of years, clearly reached our ears, and also passed on a pure happiness and bright mood to us.
Reading such words, as soon as I looked up, I seemed to see a delicate and light girl, smiling from the lotus pond of the Song Dynasty.
Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.
I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same.
Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin!
Li Qingzhao "Like a Dream Order".
I prefer to believe that this poem is also a mood note of the girl Li Qingzhao.
The girl Li Qingzhao was born in a scholarly family and has a natural poetic temperament. This sensitive and amorous adolescent girl has a different kind of loneliness and sentimentality in her heart, and she naturally sees flowers and tears when it rains. The clouds on the horizon, the wind, the rain, the flowers that once bloomed under the sun withered in a blink of an eye. The sensitive, amorous heart always throbs with the passing of these seasons, and is sad as the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll up, and the birds come and go.
The details of the passage of time, those places that people often ignore, can always involve the ebb and flow of the girl's heart. Perhaps, she once lingered under the carmine-red begonia flowers. The begonia flower once had the reputation of "daughter begonia", like a very delicate and beautiful girl. Maybe it's against the begonia flowers, drinking, chanting, and admiring the flowers. So after a night of rain and sudden wind, she really had a kind of anxiety about the fate of the begonia flower. asked the girl who rolled the blinds, but said that the begonia flowers in the garden were still the same, and there was no change. Li Qingzhao smiled helplessly: Do you know it or not, it should be rich green leaves and thin safflowers. Although the begonia is good, the wind and rain are merciless, and it is impossible for it to grow without thanks. After speaking, maybe she will sigh softly: Will my future be like the withered begonia flowers?
Just like the rain in the back garden, the green, fat, red and thin begonia flowers always make a delicate and thin girl think tactfully and affectionately. No one can guess what this girl is thinking, where the tears come from. Maybe only God knows, this girl has grown up. Her life body absorbs the aura of heaven, earth, sun and moon, and a kind of true consciousness of life is quietly sprouting and awakening.
In Li Qingzhao's poem "Like a Dream Order", the phrase "green, fat, red and thin" is a subtle pen that illuminates the whole poem. "Green" is the leaf, and "red" is the flower, which is a stark contrast between the two colors; "Fat" describes the lush and fat leaves after the rain due to sufficient moisture, and "thin" describes the scarcity and scattered flowers after the rain due to the unbearable rain. The usual four Chinese characters, such a combination of colors and vivid feelings. Li Qingzhao's casual touch, the red and lovely begonia flowers have since had an elegant name: green, fat, red and thin.
Green, fat, red, thin woman flowers, lonely blooming in the red dust, swaying affectionately, who can comfort the loneliness and loneliness in her heart?
The embroidered face hibiscus smiled, and the oblique flying duck lined the cheeks.
The eye waves are only guessed.
On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, and the half-note is coquettish and hateful.
The moon shifts and the shadow of the flower comes back.
Li Qingzhao "Huanxi Sand".
Finally, the lovebird of the girl Li Qingzhao flew in.
This is her young and astringent first love, with the dark sweetness and shyness hidden in her heart, the panic of her heart like a deer, the flashing eye waves like autumn water, and the quiet care and attachment in her arms. In this song "Huanxi Sha", Li Qingzhao's most secret thoughts in those best years are revealed. We were surprised to find that she actually had a private tryst with her lover.
The beautiful face of the girl Li Qingzhao is like a lotus flower in early bloom, and the oblique duck jewelry reflects the fragrant cheeks like snow. In order to meet her lover, the naturally pretty girl secretly and carefully made up and retouched, and she was extremely beautiful. "Embroidered face" is a decorative pattern pasted on women's faces and cheeks in the Tang and Song dynasties. "Treasure Duck" was also a popular decoration for women in the Song Dynasty, and it was the fashion of the trendy people at that time. It can be seen that the girl Li Qingzhao is very particular about life and very fashionable.
The eye wave was only moved, and it was guessed, "It's really a stroke of genius." "Clever smile, beautiful eyes", beautiful eyes and longing, like a bent and clear autumn water, flashing the secret of the girl's heart, afraid of guessing, but can't help the joy of the heart, just like the spring love is infinite, so the love is so boundless, like a water lotus is not too shy of the cool breeze.
On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, and the half-note is coquettish and hateful. "Dreams have finally come true, and the minds of girls immersed in love are often half seawater and half flames. At that time, she was often full of spring love, and she walked with a special wind. A person often can't help but laugh out loud when he thinks about it. The shadow of that person appeared in her dreams from time to time, and it held her heart and soul together. As a result, in front of the bookcase like a bean, on the pink paper sprinkled with gold, there will be rows of beautiful words.
The daughter's family's reserved words are always inadvertently revealing tenderness, obviously full of attachment and true feelings, but I am afraid that once I say it, I will be scorned by the other party. The heart is obviously so thick that the attachment and concern are constantly cut, but when it comes to the pen, it is so calm that the person is confused.
First love, they don't understand love.
The moon shifts and the shadow of the flower is about to come again", a sentence that tells her heart and plate. is like Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng in "The Story of the West Chamber": "Under the west chamber of the moon, the wind blows the door half-open." The shadow of the flowers on the wall moved, and it was suspected that the jade man was coming. ”
A young girl who is just starting to fall in love is lost in her love forest, and the world is all pink.
So, who will be the lucky man who is lucky enough to be favored by talented women and beautiful women? A young man named Zhao Mingcheng walked into her life at this time.
Zhao Mingcheng, who is only three years older than Li Qingzhao, is studying in the imperial court. And most of the Jingshi Taixue were first-class literati and scholars at that time, and there were also many children of official eunuchs. Li Qingzhao's father, Li Gefei, was an official in Taixue and may have taught in Taixue. In the literati circle at that time, it should be well known that Li Gefei's family had a talented girl who was in the boudoir and had good looks in the boudoir, and a group of talented people in Taixue would not know it. So, Zhao Mingcheng, who was full of curiosity, read those gorgeous chapters written by talented women that circulated for a while. After reading it for the first time, it is inevitable that it will be shocking.
My Fair Lady, Gentleman. As a result, this handsome Zhao Gongzi's heart was pounding, and his admiration was like a surging river.
Zhao Mingcheng was born in a wealthy family of eunuchs and scholars. His father was Zhao Tingzhi, a famous New Party figure in the Northern Song Dynasty and a servant of the Ministry at the time, and later became an official and prime minister. Since he was a child, he has liked to dance and write ink, read poetry and books, and especially likes to collect ancient gold and stone inscriptions, even to the point of obsession. As a result of this hobby, he also traveled extensively. When he was eighteen years old, Xianyang unearthed an ancient heirloom jade seal. At that time, Li Jie, the "general as a prisoner" in the court, personally printed two copies, one of which was given to Zhao Mingcheng. It can be seen that he is also well-known in the collecting world.
Is such an elegant gentleman the lover of the dream of the girl who is free by nature and talented?
Kick off the swing and get up and straighten your slender hands.
Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent.
Seeing the guests coming in, the socks slipped through the golden hairpins.
and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums.
Li Qingzhao "Dotting the Lips".
Li Qingzhao, a carefree girl, got down from the swing frame and rubbed her sour slender hand. At this time, she was drenched in sweat, and her light clothes were slightly transparent. At this time, she heard a guest coming in, and hurriedly avoided it, and she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she walked away wearing only socks. The golden hairpin on her head was also lost, and her hair was slightly messy. But the moment she was about to enter the door, she couldn't help but look back to see who it was, but she pretended to be sniffing the green plums on the other side.
How could this girl who is frank and headstrong by nature be so nervous, shy and out of shape? It can be seen that this guest is not an ordinary person, otherwise she would not have written this poem specifically.
So, the guest who came was Zhao Mingcheng, a scholar in a green shirt and full of bookish atmosphere?
In short, I believe that at a certain moment of opportunity, Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao should have had a one-sided relationship. There is a saying that "when the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world". At that moment, Li Qingzhao was only seventeen years old, but he was born with a "smile on the embroidered face of the hibiscus, and a slanted flying duck lined with fragrant cheeks", standing in front of people and looking slim and bright. Looking forward to it, "the eye waves are only guessed".
How could she turn around when she went to Qiubo", the autumn wave of beauty suddenly fell over the handsome scholar Zhao Gongzi.
It was the first year of the Great Song Dynasty (1101), in the spring full of flowers, the bright eyes were like water waves, and the waist was like willow branches swaying. Eighteen-year-old Li Qingzhao finally walked out of the boudoir, took a sedan chair, held a corner of his clothes, and gently stepped into the Zhao family's mansion and walked towards the arms of a young man. Eighteen-year-old Li Qingzhao finally came out of the boudoir as a big gift. She was already the wife of a twenty-one-year-old young man named Zhao Mingcheng. Perhaps, from this moment on, the world has a completely different meaning for her. Meet the person you want to meet among tens of millions of people, in the endless wilderness of time, there is no earlier step, no later step, just caught up in the first year of the Great Song Dynasty Jianzhong. There was nothing else to say but to ask softly, "Oh, are you here too?" ”
So, they held hands. "Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son. ”
The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone.
Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building
The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.
Li Qingzhao "A Cut of Plums".
The pink remnants of the lotus pond are scattered and cold, and the jade is cool in autumn. When the woman was unbearable, she gently faded her robe and boarded a leaf orchid boat alone. Always waiting for people from afar to be able to pass on the book, but when the wild geese by the clouds returned, they saw the bright moonlight quietly sprinkled all over the west building, which made people stunned.
Missing is like not being able to stop the withering of fallen flowers, just like not being able to stop the flow of a river. The same lovesick moonlight caused the pain of parting and lovesickness in the distant two places. This kind of lovesickness could not be discharged, the frowning brows were relaxed, and lingering thoughts came to my heart.
Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng just got married, and Zhao Mingcheng traveled to study. The two are separated from each other, when the wind knots the belt, looking at the moon and carrying people. Bidding farewell to her unrestrained girlhood, she was the only confidant in the Zhao Mansion deep in the courtyard. Therefore, she had no way to miss him, and she only got the lotus pond to board a boat to relieve her sorrows. But she found that the longing for her husband in her heart only made the brows that had just been relaxed, but they surged into her heart again, and they became more intense.
In the light and moving classical melody, it seems to be seeing a beautiful woman with red sleeves and a robe coming from the willows, curling Nana, and the shadow is as lonely as fireworks.
At this time, sorrow is a little bit, like flowers falling, the shadow of geese is far away, and the moon is full in the west building.
Reading this poem, I often feel that the beauty is jade and ice clear, the fairy rhyme is in the bones, and the beauty is incredible, like a painting with clear color and beautiful artistic conception. I really didn't expect that loneliness would make a woman's words so clear, beautiful, and wonderful. In the words of the Qing dynasty Chen Tingzhuo's "Baiyu Zhai Words": "The exquisite and special are exquisite, and they really don't eat the fireworks in the world." ”
The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast.
The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating.
After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.
Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Li Qingzhao "Drunken Flower Yin".
Reading this poem, there is always an inexplicable sadness in my heart, and a distant and elegant picture will appear in the depths of my heart: in the mist and light smoke, among the chrysanthemums in the east fence, there seems to be a faint figure of a red-faced woman who is thinner than a yellow flower and full of sadness is shaking.
She is innocent, she is in love, her skirt gently flutters among the chrysanthemums, and her sleeves linger with the endless fragrance of chrysanthemums. She is Li Qingzhao, she is the ancient red-faced woman who floats like a flower in the flowing water of time.
mist and thick clouds are sad for eternal day", what kind of hazy weather is that for the Chung Yeung Festival! She leaned on the bed, quietly looking at the pillar of green smoke curling in the golden beast copper incense burner, and the faint incense bursted, and she was in a trance for a while. Wisps of green smoke danced softly and diffused in the air. There was nothing in the air of the room that smelled of another person, the familiar smell of a young man.
This lonely day always passed by like this incense mist, without a trace. In the light gauze tent, she slept alone on a jade pillow, and it was difficult to sleep. The autumn coolness in the middle of the night penetrated into the tent and on the pillow, which made her miss the warmth and intimacy of the couple's reunion, and the illusion was like a world away.
I miss my relatives every festive season. In such a Double Ninth Festival, she was left alone in the empty boudoir and accompanied by loneliness, what kind of unbearable loneliness this is! The chrysanthemums of Chongyang bloom extremely beautifully, and the yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. The woman "took the wine", gently picked up a chrysanthemum with her fingertips, drank and admired the chrysanthemum until dusk, and dyed the fragrance of the flowers. "The fragrance fills the sleeves, and the road is far away", people from afar are also suffering from lovesickness at this time, right? The wind was strong in the evening, and the west wind lifted the curtain, and she felt a chill on her face, and she felt that she was so helpless and thin in the wind. Looking at the delicate and graceful chrysanthemums, and then looking at myself who is getting thinner and thinner, I suddenly sighed that people are thinner than chrysanthemums and their lives are not as good as flowers.
All the joy and happiness of a woman comes from the most important man in her life. It's him, it's him, it's all him, making her happy and making her sad. In the drunken eyes, she missed her husband more and more. So a "Drunken Flower Yin" was sent to her husband Zhao Mingcheng, who was thousands of miles away.
Maybe these words are so beautifully written, they actually provoked the heart of the husband to compete, so he didn't close his eyes for three nights, and wrote dozens of lyrics. He mixed Li Qingzhao's words into his own lyrics and handed them over to his friend Lu Defu for appreciation. Lu Defu carefully tasted it again and again and said: "There are only three excellent sentences. Zhao Mingcheng hurriedly asked: "Which three sentences are they?" Lu Defu said slowly: "Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." This is exactly the sentence in Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin".
During the Double Ninth Festival, the increasingly haggard beauty was alone with the thin chrysanthemum yellow flower in the west wind, and asked Huahua with tearful eyes, why did she send this feeling? I think that when Zhao Mingcheng, who has a generous temperament, received this poem, in addition to being amazed by his beloved wife's words, he thought it was more touching.
Even if, as mentioned in the above story, Zhao Mingcheng's dozens of words are inferior to Qingzhao's three sentences, what is still full of him is still a warm love, an admiration for his wife's ice-like intelligence and talent, and a love and pity for his emaciated and haggard wife. Perhaps, there is also a small self-satisfaction with a woman with such a talent as a wife.
The falling flowers are speechless, and the people are as light as chrysanthemums. When he sees the chrysanthemums swaying in the autumn wind again, his heart will probably always shake the soft figure that wanders gracefully among the flowers and in the wind.
In the vast sea of people, in this world, there is always someone who cares about you and misses you, which is a kind of warmth and a kind of romance.