Chapter 59 Li Qingzhao VI

Li Qingzhao breathed a sigh of relief when dozens of carts of cultural relics left the city under the guard of soldiers with swords and halberds.Gaozong's aunt, the Empress Dowager Longyou, also went to Hongzhou. It seems that Jiangxi's safety is very reliable. Unexpectedly, in November, the Jin people were trapped in Hongzhou, the Empress Dowager Longyou and the Minister of the Ministry of War fled overnight, the guards collapsed, and dozens of cars of national treasures all "evaporated". Li Qingzhao cried bitterly after hearing the news, and knelt down in front of Zhao Mingcheng's grave.

The servant dragged her away.The emperor has let the ship slip away.Jin Bing is about to break through Stone City. Once again, Li Qingzhao was involved in the torrent of fleeing people, blindly following the whereabouts of the emperor, south and south.Fortunately, her younger brother Li Nai escaped with her. Fled to Hangzhou, Yuezhou, Mingzhou, Wenzhou, Taizhou, all the way. "Going out of land (Jiande, Zhejiang), discarding clothes and being taken away to Huangyan, hiring a boat to enter the sea, running to the court, and staying in Zhang'an during the time. From the warmth of Yuzhou to the sea, and the more." It is a verb, meaning to go.The place where the emperor stayed was called Zhanbi.

The forty-seven-year-old noble lady fled for a whole hundred days and staggered three thousand miles. Interestingly, it is said that she wrote the bold and unrestrained poem "Fisherman's Pride" in her life at sea: The sky meets the clouds and the morning mist, and the galaxy is about to turn and dance with thousands of sails.It's as if the dream soul is returning to the emperor's house, hearing the words of the sky, and asking me where I am returning.I report that the road is long and the sun is setting, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.Ninety thousand miles away, the wind is rising, the wind stops, and the peng boat blows away the three mountains.

Suffering breeds antibodies, and verses spray back.Great poets are without exception.When Li Yu was taken captive to Bianliang, didn't he also write the famous Qilu on the boat? "There are four brothers and a family of three hundred. It's unbearable to sit idle and think about it." Li Yu's calm state of mind must have infected Li Qingzhao, right?Great poets follow great poets.The sea was turbulent and turbulent, so Li Qingzhao had a direct conversation with the Emperor of Heaven, picking the most important thing and mentioning that she wrote poems.Huang Liaoweng, a native of the Qing Dynasty, commented enthusiastically: "It's completely elegant, without a trace of makeup, and it is naturally the style of the Northern Song Dynasty."

However, we have seen it, and there is nothing wrong with powder gas. Cao Xueqin also has a powdery air.Great writers are often both masculine and feminine. In the early 1230s, the small imperial court of the Southern Song Dynasty settled in Hangzhou and changed Hangzhou to Lin'an.Li Qingzhao's life then settled down. After learning from the pain, the pain disappears—grief is also time-sensitive, and perhaps any grief cannot be independent of time.It's not numbness.Some things will come face to face bit by bit in the future, and the strength of the face to face depends on the energy of these memories themselves and the opportunity for them to "leap into the present".The excellent existential interpretation of Heidegger's "Being and Time" may be applicable to the survival details of any individual in ancient and modern China and abroad.This book has a very high density and an infinite volume, which is almost as close to the heavenly book as we can imagine.

If you want to understand the things around you and "the world is the world", you might as well read some difficult books.Blindly easy reading, shallow reading, what readers can get from it is nothing more than a simple rebound of that bit of survival experience.Shallow reading never points higher.Shallow reading creates groups, and it is impossible to correspond to individuals.This is obvious. The clamor of "entertaining the world" is nothing but a mad retreat towards the life forms of animals and plants. Li Qingzhao lived a very individual life. "The slowly moving ancient times" has many individuals.Today's history, may wish to think carefully.

At the turn of the century, the mountains and rivers were broken, and Li Qingzhao was still the Li Qingzhao we are familiar with, writing poems and lyrics, not like Lu You and Xin Qiji later.She follows her own path.To follow does not mean to intervene in creation with will.The evolution of art goes its own way.Art always comes slowly.From the freshness of a girl, the melancholy of a young woman to the vicissitudes of middle age after several disasters, art completes itself, free from external traction and controlled by will.Please see Xiaoling "Bodhisattva Man": The wind is soft, the sun is thin, and spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood at first glance.It's cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are left on the temples.Where is my hometown?Forget about being drunk.When the water sinks and lies down, it burns, and the fragrance and wine do not disappear.

The tone is relaxed, almost the same as the early lyrics.The hometown is only a touch.It is only because the hometown is too heavy that it is so lightly dealt with.The poet is reserved, refusing to bow to fate, and those who are in deep pain do not speak bitterly, which is in line with her nature.But nature has been integrated into human practice, showing an understatement of nobility. There are plum blossoms on the temples.Li Qingzhao wanted to be beautiful until she was eighty years old.It's still early when I'm under fifty here.Sometimes she criticizes Mei Hua: "Mei Rui is so heavy, how vulgar!"

A person passes the day, the body of love is idle. During the Lantern Festival, she doesn’t go to the streets to join in the fun, but stays at home writing poems, holding her fragrant cheeks with her slender hands, and her almond eyes turn to the lamp, leaving us with the long tune "Yong Yu Le": The setting sun melts gold, and the evening clouds merge, where is the person?Dye the willow smoke thick, blow the plum flute to complain, how much do you know about the spring?During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there is no wind and rain next time.Come to call, sweet car BMW, thank him for wine, friends and poets.On a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, there is a lot of leisure in the boudoir, so remember to put more emphasis on three or five.Spread emerald crowns, twist golden snow willows, and fight to help Chu.Now haggard, windy and foggy temples, afraid of going out at night.It's better to listen to people's laughter under the curtain.

Ji Chu: It looks neat. During the Lantern Festival, memories of Girls’ Generation flooded in, so Li Qingzhao couldn’t go out, and thanked the sweet cars, BMWs, drinking friends and poets.This also shows that she usually wants to go out to enjoy the prosperity of Hangzhou.She never left the circle of noble ladies who could drink and compose poetry.Called in the past, Li Qingzhao happily went.Thanking guests on the Lantern Festival is because the girl's joy is compared with the present, which makes her lose interest in crazy fun.It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.The tone is still happy, and he wants to listen to people's laughter.

There is obviously a problem with the interpretation of this term in the history of literature and the anthology of poetry in the past dynasties.What I want to say is: just because Li Qingzhao mentioned Zhongzhou, you can't drag the theme of the poem elsewhere. Here she has a long poem "Shangshu Shangshu Hu Gong", which expresses her views on the current situation and recalls the cultural glory of her ancestors in Shandong.The last few sentences say: "When Jixia talked about it back then, I still remember that people sweated and rained. The descendants have traveled to the south for a few years, and they drifted away and joined the flow of people. I want to send blood and tears to the mountains and rivers, and go to Dongshan to sprinkle a piece of soil!" "Selected Poems of Past Dynasties of China" commented highly on this poem: "It has a heroic spirit, but no girlishness." However, Li Qingzhao is Li Qingzhao because she has a heroic daughter attitude. For a Song Dynasty poet, writing lyrics and writing poems belong to different areas of expression.Poetry expresses ambition, and words appeal to daily modality. What's wrong with being a daughter?Cao Xueqin's credit is to write all kinds of daughter-like attitudes that make men ashamed.Cao Gong also invented a word: man's eyebrows are filthy. From a girl to a woman, Li Qingzhao shows the interlocking female mood.She is similar to Cao Xueqin.In the long feudal society, the patriarchy covered the sky and the sun, showing the girl's attitude, which itself is thought, art, and value. Why say good and bad?It is because the latter puts women in the position of playthings. To understand thought as "a certain kind of thought" is the great sorrow of the thinking thought... Some of the solidification of classical literature research has been frozen, and it will take time to break the ice. Li Qingzhao lives in Hangzhou, lamenting that "the old weather and old clothes only have feelings, not like the old home".She hopes to return to the old feelings.The hope is strong, but it cannot be realized, so reincarnation is sad.This sadness is different from the depression when she was a young woman in Bianliang. The preface of "The Lonely Goose" says: When the world writes plum poems, it is easy to write.I tried to write an article, but I know that the foreword is not false. Rattan bed and paper tents wake up from morning sleep, there are endless good thoughts.The agarwood is intermittently cold in the jade building, and my feelings are like water with me.The flute sounds three times, and Mei's heart is broken, so much love for spring.The small wind dredged the rain, blowing down a thousand lines of tears.The person who plays the flute goes to Yulou to be empty, who will send the heartbreak with him?If a branch is broken, there is no one in the world to send it to! The beauty is late.The beauty is lonely. Yulou is cold, Yulou is empty, spring love, feelings like water... Li Qingzhao misses her late husband with a lazy, sentimental, and strong feminine air. Not only does the widow deeply miss her deceased husband, but she is also free! Night after night, Li Qingzhao tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.The nights of sorrow are long, and those nights of joy back then seemed to last all night in the blink of an eye. "Add Word Ugly Slave": Who planted the banana tree in front of the window?The atrium is full of yin, the atrium is full of yin.Ye Ye is heart-warming, stretching and clear.The third watch rain on the sad pillow, a little bit of rain, a little bit of rain.Sad northerners, not used to listening. It is sad to read this remark by a strong and heroic woman. After reading Li Qingzhao carefully, who can not be bitter? Think about the beautiful girl in Jinan City: "Seeing the guests come, the sock and the gold hairpin slip away. She walks away in shame, leans on the door and looks back, but sniffs the green plum." Look at the playful and beautiful young woman on the streets of Bianjing: " On the flower-selling pole, I bought a sprig of Spring Desire... I am afraid that Lang will guess that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. I have to teach Lang to compare and look at the hairpins on the temples." Ma'am. Let's take a look at Li Qingzhao's very meaningful writing: the courtyard is desolate, and there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy door must be closed.Doting willows and flowers, cold food is near, all kinds of annoying weather.The dangerous rhyme poem is completed, hold the head to sober up, don't feel idle.After all the pursuits, thousands of things are hard to send.It's been a few days of cold spring upstairs, the curtains are hanging on all sides, and the jade railings are leaning lazily.Don't worry about the new dream awakened by the cold fragrance.The dew flows in the morning, the new tung tree is first introduced, how much spring travel.The sun is high and the smoke is restrained, let alone whether it is sunny today. Comments from the ancients: New and beautiful; The ancients asked really well. Li Qingzhao is about to turn fifty years old, but he obviously has the appearance and heart of a young woman.Doting on Liu Jiaohua everywhere, full of laziness.Laziness means: Merry body is always idle.She lives in a building in Hangzhou, with gardens and heavy doors, and the material conditions are quite good.In spring, I often go upstairs, leaning against the jade railings.She cares about the weather and hopes that the slanting wind and drizzle will turn into warm sunshine in spring.She is going out.It's hard for her to be full of love in the desolate courtyard. Her "new dream" is a bit strange.Always dreaming about Zhao Mingcheng, isn't it a bit boring?She is not willing to pass the time by memory alone.After the new dream, I felt the cold fragrance disappear, which contrasted with the hot fragrance in the dream.The ancients asked her about her dreams, but they already had the answers, they just didn't talk about them. At the level of consciousness, Zhao Mingcheng's voice and smile have an absolute advantage.But Li Qingzhao himself can't control the frequent subconscious activities. Where does the subconscious mind operate?in dreamland. At the turn of spring and summer of this year, Zhang Ruzhou suddenly appeared. Li Qingzhao was overjoyed to see his old friend for the first time.Drink tea, eat, take a walk.Talking about Zhao Mingcheng, Zhang Ruzhou's voice choked up, and tears rolled in his eyes.The dozens of carts burned and lost gold and stone calligraphy and paintings made him beat his chest and question the sky even more. The two share the same grief, the same hatred, and the same memory. After many years of separation, that Zhang Ruzhou is still young. He cast his eyes on Li Qingzhao's face and body from time to time. Li Qingzhao looked elsewhere. Zhang Ruzhou seemed to mention by the way that he is currently single. Spring shirts are thin in summer.When Li Qingzhao walked around, his long-legged wasp waist flickered.At dusk, the two of them strolled around the West Lake.Zhang Ruzhou praised Li Qingzhao for his light gait.Li Qingzhao looked at the lake and smiled.The smile swayed with the waves of the lake. On a summer afternoon, the courtyard is shaded.The two sat opposite each other and tasted tea.Birds fluttered among the flowers.When a thunderstorm came, the two got up and moved indoors to continue talking.The incense is curling up, recreating the good times of girls and young women.Li Qingzhao took down the dusty guqin from the wall and tried to play a few times.Zhang Ruzhou stood behind him, grinning.The laughter and the sound of the piano were not in harmony, so Li Qingzhao didn't notice. Zhang Ruzhou disappeared for a long time without any reason. In midsummer, Li Qingzhao leaned on the building every day to look carelessly.The summer wind blows on her elastic skin.The cloud is still there.Crispy breasts rise and fall.Zhang Ruzhou appeared in the dream... She murmured Dongpo's poems: Who will push the embroidered household in the dream?It is in vain to teach people to dream of breaking the Yaotai song.But again, the wind knocks on the bamboo. In the dark of the day, someone knocked on the door, and Li Qingzhao's heart beat suddenly. Without asking who was outside the door, he opened the door tremblingly, and a figure rushed in: If it wasn't Zhang Ruzhou, who was it?This man held her in his arms and held her close. No matter how hard she tried to break free, he couldn't break free.They were talking nonsense in their mouths.Gradually, strength and strength come together. At the critical moment, Li Qingzhao calmed down.She made it clear: Zhang Ruzhou is married to the Ming media.