Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice is badly needed.
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence?
-Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice
After the change of Jingkang, Li Qingzhao's country was broken, her family died, her husband died and she was injured. During this period, her works were no longer fresh and pleasant, nor shallow and low-key, but turned to melancholy and sadness, mainly expressing the memory of her late husband Zhao Mingcheng and her lonely and desolate situation. Looking for Slow Voice is one of the typical representative works of this period.
The first sentence of this word is unusual, and seven groups of overlapping words are used in succession. Not only in the lyrics, but also in poems and songs. But the benefits don't stop there. These seven groups of overlapping words are also very musical. Song Ci is used for singing, so the harmony of timbre is very important. Li Qingzhao is very accomplished in melody, so when these seven groups of overlapping words are read out, it feels like pearls, large and small, are poured into a plate of jade. I only feel that my tongue and tongue are singing back and forth repeatedly, wandering in the downturn, and being sad tactfully, as if I heard a very sad person whispering. However, before she spoke, she felt that she could make the audience feel her sadness, and when she finished, the sadness still did not dissipate. An inexplicable sadness permeates my heart, permeates the air, and lingers for a long time, with endless aftertaste.
In a bad mood, coupled with the hot and cold weather, the poet can't even sleep. If you can sleep, you can escape the pain in a short time, but the more you want to sleep, the harder it is to sleep, so the poet naturally thinks of her dead husband. Get dressed and get up and have a drink to warm up. But colds are caused by loneliness. Drinking, like drinking tea, will only make you feel particularly miserable when you are alone.
Holding a glass of light wine, when the clouds were low and the wind was cold, I suddenly heard a lonely goose cry. The plaintive voice pierced the sky, once again piercing the poet's unhealed wound. My head is white and my husband flies with me. Alas, Yaner, you are crying so sadly. Are you widowed in old age like me? Like me, do you have to face Wan Li Mountain and Qian Shan Sunset Snow alone for the rest of your life? Under the delusion, in the misty tears, I suddenly feel that the lonely goose is the person who sent a love letter to himself before. There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. The old love messenger is still there, but Qiu Niang and Xiao Lang separated after their death, and people and ghosts went their separate ways. Things are wrong, people are wrong, and tears flow first. How much unspeakable sadness this whimsy contains!
At this time, I saw those chrysanthemums, only to find that the flowers were gaunt and red all over the floor, without the elegance of "the wine in the east fence is filled with faint fragrance after dusk" Before, when her husband was alive, he sang poems and sorted out ancient books. How wonderful, but now? I am the only one left in this endless loneliness. So things are different and people are completely different. "Old weather, old clothes, only feelings, can't be like the past." Facing the lonely geese and chrysanthemums alone, I feel even more desolate. I put my cheeks in my hands and my eyes were full of tears. Fear of dusk, gain day. In the face of this gloomy day, how can a person endure until dusk? Longness makes loneliness even more terrible. A person, even time feels slow.
Finally, at dusk, it began to rain again. Bit by bit, tick by tick, the endless rain is as thin as sadness, which makes people more annoyed. Look at the two phoenix trees outside the house. Although they support each other in the wind and rain, they depend on each other, but in comparison, being alone is much more bleak.
Sudden wind and rain, lonely geese, broken chrysanthemums and phoenix trees, all in sight, make the poet's sorrow overlap and overlap until it is difficult to describe and express. So the poet no longer needs any comparison, any rendering, or anything better than Fu Xing. He simply said, "How can I miss a sad word this time?" Simple and straightforward, but more magical, more charming and more chewy. In contrast, even Li Houzhu's "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" is slightly eclipsed. Although there is endless spring water in a river, it can be described after all. The poet's melancholy is indescribable, so he is naturally better.
Looking at Slow Voice written by Li Qingzhao in his later years, it has reached a certain height in terms of art and diction. Li Qingzhao deserves to be called Li Qingzhao, and Yi 'an Ci deserves to be called Yi 'an Ci.