What are the words to describe Xiao Qiao from the Three Kingdoms?

Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, but the sachet has not yet been opened, and she has made great achievements in traveling with Da Qiao Pingting. Xiao Qiao is beautiful, and the hibiscus bloomed in the autumn water. I think of Gong Jin in the past. Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and she was so majestic and heroic as a child. My greatest happiness was listening to Shan Tianfang's storytelling "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and I knew a lot about the historical anecdotes and influential figures in it; later I read Luo Guanzhong's "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and I even admired the characters in it. Unfortunately, To this day, I have basically not set foot on the related sites and landscapes. Unexpectedly, when I climbed the Yueyang Tower in the late spring and early summer this year, I discovered Xiao Qiao’s tomb in a corner of the building. Xiao Qiao was born in Qianshan, Hubei In Meicheng Town of the county, later generations have a poem to describe them: "The big Qiao Pingting and the little Qiao are charming, the autumn water blooms with hibiscus." There are only a few written records about the two Qiaos in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms": "The two daughters of Jiangdong Qiao Gong. The elder is called Da Qiao, and the second is Xiao Qiao. He has the appearance of a fish sinking into a wild goose, and a look that is shy of flowers when the moon is closed. Da Qiao is good at writing, and Xiao Qiao is good at martial arts. Da Qiao is the wife of Sun Ce, and Xiao Qiao is the wife of Zhou Yu." As for their names. , life and death, there has never been a single word left. Xiao Qiao was so lucky to be able to sleep in a famous building as a lover, and to rest in the company of poets; but I had doubts about the lonely cemetery in front of me. Is this really true? Does it house the delicate body of that stunning beauty? According to the "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicle" during the Longqing period of the Ming Dynasty: "The tomb of Wu Erqiao of the Three Kingdoms is in the north of Fuzhi. Wu Sun Ce attacked Anhui and got the two daughters of Duke Qiao. He adopted Da Qiao as his wife. Xiao Qiao married Zhou Yu and was buried here." This should be the earliest record about Xiao Qiao's tomb. However, for a long time, Xiao Qiao's tomb did not attract people's attention until the second year of Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty (AD In 1797), the prefect Shen Tingying built Xiao Qiao's tomb, and Xiao Qiao once again faced the world. At this time, Xiao Qiao had been dead for more than a thousand years. In the tenth year of Guangxu (1881 AD), the inspector Lu Baozong rebuilt the cemetery and changed the inscription to "Xiao Qiao's death". "Tomb", and a tomb was built on the south side, with a statue of Xiao Qiao in the hall. This should be the most direct origin of the existing Xiao Qiao tomb. During the Anti-Japanese War, Xiao Qiao's tomb was razed to the ground in the smoke of artillery fire. Only A tombstone inscribed with "Xiao Qiao's Tomb" still exists. In 1992, the Yueyang Municipal Government rebuilt Xiao Qiao's tomb and moved it to Yueyang Tower Park. There are no Wengzhongs, stone animals, or even guardrails around Xiao Qiao's tomb. No. The tombstone is made of white marble, and the back is engraved with the words of Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia": "Reminiscent of Gong Jin's time, Xiao Qiao was first married, majestic and heroic." There is nothing else. Heroes and beauties, a good story of a generation. What the times bestowed on Xiao Qiao was not the tenderness she possessed. The historical responsibilities she bore far exceeded that of an ordinary woman. Therefore, I hope that this arrangement is natural. Zhou Yu's death of vomiting blood was a great blow to Xiao Qiao. The blow must be fatal. The harmonious figure is hard to find, the heroic spirit is hard to see, all the glory and wealth have disappeared, and it has truly reached the point where "seeing mountains is not mountains, seeing water is not water". After experiencing such great joy and sorrow , Xiao Qiao may really be able to calm down, like an ordinary country girl, staying with her husband in a foreign land without regrets! I have seen many royal tombs and official tombs, and I always feel that they are gorgeous Excessive but simple, like a rich and reserved old woman, inaccessible; I have also seen the low tombs of ordinary people on the hills covered with grass, they are like extremely desperate old people, a desolate scene .The Xiao Qiao’s tomb in front of you is simple but solemn, quiet but not desolate. It is like a living woman standing there with a smile, making you want to get close to her. She tells you about the chaotic wars in the past and tells you I poured out all the troubles in my heart. I gently put my hand on the tombstone. The eternal soul rejected the noisy heart of the world and urged me to withdraw my hand immediately. Why should an ordinary person disturb the peace of the noble? So, I stood quietly in front of the tomb for a while, which can be regarded as my respect and admiration for a noble woman. "I also believe that beauty will die forever, and her traces will still be lost." After thousands of years, Xiao Qiao's true burial incense It doesn’t matter where you are; paying tribute to Xiao Qiao is not her delicate body, but to pay tribute to that beautiful legend and that heavy history. | A romantic figure through the ages. The human road to the west of the fortress is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks are pierced through the sky, the waves are crashing on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at that time. I think back to Gong Jin's time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time. The majestic figure and heroic hair. While chatting and laughing with feather fans and turbans, the rapists were wiped out in smoke. The homeland wandered in the fugue, and the sentimental laughter should have made me born with beautiful hair. The world is like a dream, and a statue still shines in the moon on the river. Du Mu in Chibi broke his halberd and sunk in the sand. The iron is not sold, and it will be washed away. Recognize the previous dynasty. The east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, and the copper bird spring locks two Qiao deeply. The Bodhisattva is painted by Xin Qiji

The shadow of the building is dipped in the clear stream. The song is resounding in the moving clouds. The curtains are double, and the green poplars are low in the window. There is a special mistake in the song. I want to test Zhou Langgu. The soul of the guest in the drunken place disappears. In the spring breeze, the young and old express their heartfelt congratulations to the Qiao family. The Yujin Hall is closed. The plum blossom makeup is in the mirror. The emerald clouds are floating, and the hairpin beams are embraced by the slight steps. The love is still secret, and the color is still solemn. Looking at each other. Playing with silk to adjust the tube, sometimes a new sound, try to read Zhou Lang. Yong My eyes are full of tears when I encounter happiness, and I can't see through it. Spring has passed for thousands of years. I frown, and I can't think about it, that heart-breaking melancholy. The waves of the river pass by, and I cry by the river. The long night is windy and rainy. Recalling those days, the white horse with a green front , Jiangdong Zongheng has no fear. The east wind blows over the Red Cliff, and the king wants it. It should be a perfect jade, Jin Le Chai Sang, Xiao Qiao and a good match. How can it be compared to mandarin ducks? It is difficult to understand the will of God, the Baqiu string is exhausted, how long is the long river of regret? I ask stupidly , Zhou Lang has gone, who cares about the music. The water tunes the singing head, the snow washes away the dust, and the wind is about to leave the Chu clouds. Who writes the tragic story, blowing the horn on the ancient city tower. The lake and sea are always heroic, and the scenery is now closed. Cut the candle to watch Wu Gou. Remaining happy and rhinoceros, the waves and the sky are floating. I recall the past, Zhou and Xie, the prosperous Spring and Autumn Period. Xiao Qiao was first married, the sachet was not unpacked, and she traveled leisurely because of her good deeds. The sun was falling on the head of the Red Cliff, and the grass was fading by the Feishui Bridge, and the vagueness called people. Sad. I want to ride on the wind and hit the oath in the middle of the stream. After passing the two Qiao houses, Gao Qi Sun Lang was a military officer and Zhou Langzhi was in charge. When they met, they became kings and ministers. The beautiful couplets in Jiangdong made them a good son-in-law with the Qiao family. Although Qiao Gong is here In the midst of wandering, the lintel of the door overflows with joy. Two dragons fly over the door. The big Qiao Pingting and the little Qiao are charming, and the autumn water blooms with hibiscus. Although the two Qiao are married, they still know the festival, and they enjoy themselves with poems and books every day. They don't share incense, sing and dance, the copper platform I weep at the moon in Xiling at night. Under the ruins of ancient trees and monuments, the autumn wind accompanies Xiao Qiao all night long. ------ Sun Hongzhe's poem about Xiao Qiao (Seven Characters Ancient) Sun Hongzhe's embankment is filled with water trickling down, and Qiao's country's beautiful ancient heritage hills are covered with lush greenery. The four corners of the grass are surrounded by flower tiles. Zhou Lang died at the age of thirty-six, Jianghuai mourned and Lord Wu cried. The rouge color faded and the mirror was moved. It was once in Huanglong in the Chinese house. But now it has become a road. Looking to the east, Zhou Lang slaughtered the tree low. .Don’t compare the faces of the people here, so I will write the inscription on the brocade stone. Take a walk around Xiao Qiao’s tomb during the Song and Yuan Dynasties. There is a lot of autumn air in the western suburbs, and the rustling leaves are like shuttles. I point to Xiao Qiao’s tomb, and the water ripples for ten miles. Look eastward. The palace of Wu is full of lush grass, looking north to the palace of Wei. The clothes have been worn away by generations, and the red powder is fragrant. The king of Xiao Qiao's tomb summons the famous general of Dong Wu to push Gong Jin, and the beauty from the southern country talks about Xiao Qiao. They should be both peerless, and the poplars look at each other. *** Xiao Xiao. Xiao Qiao's tomb, Zhang Yuanmiao's wind and clouds are scattered, and the grass is scattered, only the jackdaw's words break the monument. The bright moon is still sentimental, and it still shines on the moth's brow. ||| Song Yuanzheng's walk in Qiao's tomb is full of autumn in the western suburbs, and the leaves are rustling under the leaves. Like a shuttle, I point to Xiao Qiao's tomb with my mind wandering for ten miles through the ripples of the water. To the east, I can see the lush grass of Wu Palace, and to the north, I can see the smoke and radish of Wei Que. The clothes and clothes have been worn away by the generations, and the red and pink fragrance is as good as the name. Yongyu Le's eyes are full of tears, looking at If you don’t wear it, the spring of a thousand years will be gone. You will furrow your brows and not be able to think about it, the heart-breaking melancholy. The waves of the river pass away, and you will cry by the river. The long night is windy and drizzle. Recalling the past, the green front and the white horse, the east wind was fearless. Red Cliff, if you wish, it should be a perfect jade, brocade, music, firewood, mulberry, and a good match for Xiao Qiao. How can it be compared to a mandarin duck? It is difficult to understand the will of God. How long will the long river of regret be when the string of Ba Qiu is gone? I ask, who is Zhou Lang gone now? Gu Qu. After passing the two Qiao's houses, Gao Qi, Sun Lang, Wu Lu, Zhou Langzhi, and they met and became loyal to each other. They had a beautiful couplet in Jiangdong, and they all became good sons-in-law with the Qiao family. Although Mr. Qiao was in exile, the lintel of his door was filled with joy and two dragons. The big Qiao Pingting and the little Qiao are charming, with hibiscus blooming on the sides of the autumn water. Although the two Qiao are married, they still know the festival, and they enjoy themselves with poems and books every day. They don’t share the fragrant songs and dances, and the Tongtai weeps at the Xiling Moon at night. The water tune sings the snow. The dust is quiet, the wind is about to leave the Chu clouds. Who writes the tragic story, blowing the horns of the ancient city tower. The lake and the sea are always heroic, and the scenery of the pass is now, cutting the candle to see the Wu hook. The remaining place is full of joy, the waves and the sky are floating. Recalling those years, Zhou and Xie live in a prosperous spring and Autumn period. Xiao Qiao is married for the first time, and the sachet is still unpacked, so she enjoys her good deeds. The sun is falling on the head of Red Cliff, and the fading grass beside Feishui Bridge is so dim that it makes people sad. I want to ride on the wind and hit the oath in the middle of the stream. Xiao Qiao Married for the first time, the sachet has not yet been opened, and I have made great contributions to the great Qiao. I traveled to the beautiful lady Qiao Pingting. The autumn water bloomed with hibiscus. I think back to Gong Jin’s time. Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and she looked majestic and heroic. Xiao Qiao’s words (Seven Characters Ancient) Sun Hongzhe’s embankment is launched into the water The trickling stream is the ancient relics of the Qiao family. There are lush grass on the top, surrounded by tiles at the four corners. Zhou Lang died at the age of thirty-six, Jianghuai mourned the Lord Wu and cried. The rouge color faded and the mirror was moved, once in Huangyang and in the Huawu .But now the quiet place has become a road. Looking eastward, Zhou Lang slaughtered the wood low. The faces of the people here are very different. I will list the brocade stones and elixirs with the inscription | .The east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, and the bronze bird spring is locked in two trees. The Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji paints the shadow of the building and dips it in the clear stream. The song resounds through the moving clouds. The curtains are double, and the green poplars reflect lowly on the window. There is a special mistake in the song. Test Zhou Lang's visit. The souls of the drunken guests disappear. The spring breeze brings out the heartfelt congratulations to the Qiao family. The Qiao family is deeply closed in the Yujin Hall. The plum blossom makeup is in the mirror. The clouds and green hair are floating, and the micro-steps embrace the hairpin beams. The love is still secret, and the color is still solemn. Looking at each other from side to side. Playing with silk and adjusting pipes, a new sound comes from time to time, trying to read Zhou Lang. Yong Yule's eyes are full of tears, and he can't see through them. The spring of a thousand years is gone. Lock it up.

My brows are full of thoughts, that heart-breaking melancholy. The waves of the river pass by, I cry in the river, and the wind blows and rains in the long night. Recalling the past, the white horse with a green front, no fear in the east of the river. The east wind blows over the red cliff, as you wish, it should be a perfect jade , Jin Le Chai Sang, Xiao Qiao's good match, how can we compare it to a mandarin duck? It is difficult to understand God's will, the Baqiu string is exhausted, how long will the river of regret be? I asked foolishly, Zhou Lang has gone, who cares about the music. The water tunes the snow to wash away the dust. Quiet, the wind is about to leave Chu Yun. Who can write the tragic story, blowing horns on the ancient city tower. The lake and the sea have always been heroic, and the scenery is now closed. Cut the candle to see the Wu hook. The remaining place is full of joy, the waves and the sky are floating. Recalling those days, Zhou and Xie , Rich Spring and Autumn Period. Xiao Qiao is getting married for the first time, the sachet is still unpacked, and she has made great achievements so she can travel freely. The sun is falling on the head of Red Cliff, and the fading grass beside Feishui Bridge is so dim that it makes people sad. I want to ride on the wind and hit the oath in the middle of the stream. After passing Er Qiao's house, Gao Qishun Lang Wuluo, Zhou Langzhi, and they became loyal to each other when they met. The beautiful couplets in Jiangdong made them good sons-in-laws for the Qiao family. Although Mr. Qiao was in exile, the lintel of his door was full of joy. Two dragons rode on the lintel. The big Qiao and Pingting, the little Qiao, were charming. The autumn water blooms with hibiscus flowers. Although the two Qiaos are married, they still know the festival, and read poems and books every day to make themselves happy. They sing and dance regardless of the incense, and the Tongtai weeps at the Xiling Moon at night. To this day, under the ruins of the old wooden monument, the autumn wind accompanies Xiao Qiao all night long. -----Sun Hongzhe Xiao Qiao's Ci (Seven Characters Ancient) Sun Hongzhe's embankment is full of water trickling down, Qiao's country looks like ancient ruins. There are lush grass on it, surrounded by four-corner tiles. Zhou Lang died at the age of thirty-six, Jianghuai mourned Lord Wu cried. The rouge color faded and the mirror was moved away. It was once in Huanglong and in the Huawu. But now it is quiet and has become a road. Looking eastward, Zhou Lang slaughtered the wood low. The faces of the people here are so different that I will list the brocade stones with red inscriptions. Small During the Song and Yuan Dynasties, I walked around Qiao's Tomb. There was a lot of autumn air in the western suburbs, and the trees were fluttering like shuttles under the leaves. I pointed at Xiao Qiao's tomb, and the water rippled for ten miles. I looked at the Wu Palace in the east and the lush grass in the north, and in the north I looked at Wei Que's smoke and radish. The clothes and clothes were worn away by different generations. The name of red pink fragrance is worthy of its name.