When the moon is full, I always think of you.
The woman with a faint eyebrow and a slight sorrow made me fall in love. That talented woman who woke up the ancient and modern literary world, I can't let go of the emotions of my crush.
I have a crush on your tenderness, your talent, and your righteousness complex in the midst of historical changes. In my mind, there is always a moon and a lonely boat, lined with a lonely shadow, drifting along the long river of history.
Are you a graceful woman who walked from the boat that startled a shoal of gulls and herons? Are you the little woman who smiled at the embroidered hibiscus, slanted flying duck lined with fragrant cheeks, and was born in a happy eunuch's house? Are you the woman who reads all of your father's books and lets the historical and cultural charm water her beauty on the outside and a bamboo on the inside?
What future generations can never forget is that you should be with Zhang Wenqian's song "Heaven sends two sons to pass on the future, and the mountains are ten zhang and the cliffs are high." Whoever carries this monument into my room, makes my eyes open at the sight of it. And wrote: "Fifty years of work is like an electric sweep, Huaqing flowers willow Xianyang grass." Wufang enshrines fighting cocks, and the wine and meat pile do not know the old. Hu Bing suddenly came from the sky, and the anti-Hu was also a traitor. ......
This poem finally let those talented people with strong poetry know that a talented girl of the Li family who has just grown up can even write a dragon and snake and let out a thunderclap.
You also had a love that the world would envy. Husband Zhao Mingcheng is a handsome young man, and the two are literary confidants. Your love for each other has left a myth of love and a sweetness of love for future generations.
I always like to think that Yi An, who leaned on the door and looked back, never saw through the red, fat, green and thin withering. When we get together, I buy a branch of spring and want to bloom, look back, just like the fragrance of flowers, and smell the dew marks of the dawn. A laugh, a lifetime of love. The cloud sideburns are oblique hairpins, and I ask Lang Jun to compare and see, how can Huayan compare with slave faces?
How can this situation be a happy word? I always think of the goldenrod in the early autumn, a sweetness of love, a downright love, and an obsessive thought, swaying in the west wind. You hold a glass of residual wine in your hand, and the sound of geese chirping, and taste the falling flowers on the bank of the stream alone.
At this time, you are experiencing the pain of displacement, you are full of melancholy, this melancholy, I don't know how to rest? You brow the peaks gathered, gathered pieces of yellow flowers, fragrant autumn, sighed, and thinner all over Tingzhou.
Why did you come to the West Tower alone? Is it to resist the wind and rush that night with a glass of light wine and the lush fragrance tasted? But I saw that the rain of the sycamore spread your resentment and splashed the sorrow of the world.
At this time, do you feel that the mist and thick clouds have cooled your sleeves, and only the purple smoke from the golden beast incense burner is in the air.
At this time, the moon in the west building was already full, and the lovesickness that had just frowned was entangled in the heart, and what remained unchanged in the heart was that this miserable and miserable was more related!
How long has I been separated has been forgotten, this year is still in spring, and a branch of red apricot can't make two places lovesick. Pieces of fallen leaves quietly report the bleak and tasteless autumn. can only listen to the sound of rain on the pillow, and the little rain hurts your floating heart. Listening to the sound of the flute and playing the Zheng Zheng qin song, I just don't understand why the fluttering life experience can't extinguish the true feelings in my heart. How can this heart be solved?
The list of high-quality authors is the most appreciated, you, a delicate little woman, in that historical change, in exile, in the face of the destruction of the country, in the face of Xiang Yu's defeat and self-slaughter, her heart fluctuated, and she chanted a swan song for the ages:
Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”
A weak little woman, a feudal woman who is worried about the country and the nation, in the deep sea of historical suffering, although she has been helplessly swaying like a lonely boat, but in the face of national righteousness, the pride she shows makes future generations admire!
Every time I think of this time, a shock from the heart always makes me sigh at the moon: Yi'an, a well-deserved talented woman! A well-deserved heroine among women!