Li Qingzhao is one of the outstanding female lyricists in the history of ancient Chinese literature.
Her lyrics are mainly graceful, covering love, parting, resentment, homesickness and other aspects, the language is fresh and natural, the emotions are sincere and deep, the artistic style is unique, and it has high artistic and historical value.
Her lyrics were not only popular at the time, but also had a profound impact on later literature.
Here are 6 of Li Qingzhao's most amazing poems, let's take a look at her literary talent and emotional world.
Like a dream, last night's rain and storm".
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.
Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
A cut of plum and red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn
The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone.
Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word 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.
Slow Voice: Seeking and Seeking
Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.
When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.
Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late!
The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?
Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!
Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.
This time, what a sad word!
Summer Quatrain" is born as a hero, and died as a ghost.
So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Drunken Flower Yin, Mist Thick Clouds and Eternal Day".
The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is sold in the brain.
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.
Lip Twist Swing".
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 into the golden hairpin.
and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums.
Wuling Spring Festival Gala".
The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night.
Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.
It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat.
I am only afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries.