Hualang weather
It was a beautiful day with beautiful scenery and sunny weather. Li Qingzhao and the maid Chunlan are playing on a swing in the garden. Soft willows caress your face, the spring breeze warms you, and the swinging swing flies up and down like a swallow. "Kick the swing, get up and adjust your hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, I slipped away with my socks and walked away in shame. I leaned back against the door, but I smelled plums. "
The seed of love, the beautiful girl is so shy. Just after swinging, Li Qingzhao is like a willow tree, with sweat hanging from her forehead and sweat dripping from her thin clothes. She secretly took off her embroidered shoes to reveal Qiao Lian. Seeing someone coming, she blushed and ran into the door. Jin Chai fell to the ground, and she looked out quietly. What a handsome young man.
Zhao Mingcheng, the son of Zhao, picked up the golden hairpin and gave it to the servant girl Chunlan. When he saw Li Qingzhao looking at the water affectionately, it was like a peach blossom, and the spring tide surged in his heart. He fell in love with Miss Li at first sight. "Embroidered lotus smile, oblique flying treasure duck lining sweet cheeks, ah, to be guessed. On the one hand, I am full of charm and half-hearted. I wish I could give you a quiet heart. When the moon moves, the shadow will come back. " This meeting, two of a kind, a beautiful girl, has a heart in her heart. After dusk, the moon is at the willow tip.
Zhao Mingcheng's father personally went to the Li family to propose marriage. Both families felt that they were perfect for each other, so they decided on this marriage and got married another day. Couples of mandarin ducks are playing in the branches. Zhao Mingcheng was brilliant and full of vigor, while Li Qingzhao wrote lotus flowers with beautiful words. Husband and wife, you sing with me. Take Qi Mei as an example and write poems. Life is full of fun and happiness. "Broken Magnolia": "Whoever sells flowers gets a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed. Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan. " Li Qingzhao bought a peach blossom in bud from the door. She was afraid that Zhao Mingcheng would think that the delicate flower was more beautiful than her face when she saw it, but she refused to give up. So she put the flowers on her temples, compared them with peach blossoms, and let her lover have a taste. Which is more beautiful, daughter-in-law or peach blossom? Zhao Mingcheng, of course, said that my daughter-in-law was pretty, and Li Qingzhao laughed cuttlefish disorderly fibrillation, blushing.
The couple often go hiking in the wild to enjoy water, flowers and the moon. See orchids in spring, enter the lotus garden in summer, enjoy chrysanthemums in autumn and praise red berries in winter. Their happy play was recorded in Dream. "Always remember XiTing sunset, drunk don't know the way home. After returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus, contended for crossing, contended for crossing, and started a beach of gulls! " What a happy day! Drunk, the lotus pond is green, fat, red and thin, the sun sets and the twilight is boundless. Li Qingzhao and Lang Jun went boating in the depths of the lotus by mistake, and the "flapping edge" alarmed so many waterfowl. Come on, come on, let's go home.
* * * have the same hobbies and tastes, and the young couple are affectionate every day, comparable to Qi Fei. Zhao Mingcheng left home several times to work in Yangzhou, and came back in about ten days. A few days apart, such as Sanqiu. Li Qingzhao tells endless lovesickness and endless feelings of parting. She wrote in "butterfly lovers": "Warm rain, sunny days and fine winds have just broken the ice, and my eyes are full of eyebrows, and I feel the longing for spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder and flowers are heavy. " Husband, green willows sprout, red flowers bloom and the spring breeze is warm. I was thinking about you. There is no one to accompany me to enjoy the flowers, and no one to talk with me. Please come back soon.
Without saying a word, a drop of acacia tears. A cavity of sorrow, lingering in my heart. Half a month has passed, and Zhao Mingcheng hasn't come back yet. Li Qingzhao is alone in the boudoir, depressed and lonely, drinking to relieve her worries. She embroidered "Huanxisha" on silk, pinning her thoughts on her husband. "Don't make a cup of deep amber, don't be slightly drunk and melt first, and you should be late to the wind. Rui Naoxiang dispels dreams, breaks the cold golden bun and wakes up in time and space. " Dream back at midnight, entangled in dreams. I miss you a thousand times, holding a book and thinking, cutting candles and reading. Tears like smoke blurred my eyes. Rain hits banana and listens to wind and rain.
"I was shocked by the dance of clothes and feathers until the drums in Yuyang shook the earth." Things are unpredictable, and a battle shocked Li Qingzhao's boudoir singing. Jin people invaded and were plundered, and the court moved south, and the couple were forced to live in Jiangnan. The country is ruined, leaving home, all kinds of tastes, all kinds of helplessness. How many times, standing under the moon, missing my hometown; How many times, I looked at the Milky Way and told the feelings of my motherland. Listen to "Nan Gezi": "The stars turn in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Take off your clothes and talk about the night. Old weather, old clothes, only feelings, not like my hometown. "
In the days of exile in Jiangnan, Zhao Mingcheng's body became thinner and thinner, and after many twists and turns, he was exhausted. The sky is sad, the earth is sad, spring rain and heavy rain; Yunzhong cried, but why did you go first? Without Zhao Mingcheng's company, Li Qingzhao became a lonely goose without company. She moans sadly every day. Even if there are thousands of words, who will she talk to? "Small wind whispering in the rain, tears rush thousand lines. Bagpipers go to Yulou, heartbroken people lean on it. One branch was broken and no one sent it. "
Zhao Mingcheng's departure, that sweet and sweet day, like a residual red calyx of a tree, turned into pieces and floated in the air. On lonely days, Li Yian crow cuckoo drinks blood and cries in the corner. Alone in the west building, autumn rain is more worrying; The courtyard is deep, and plantains are thinner than yellow flowers when it rains. She asked the sky, which was full of sadness: "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are separated." She is no longer in the mood to dress up. "Now she is haggard and cold, afraid to go out at night." In her later years, she became wilder and more desolate. "The wind has lived in fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Everything is not for people, and tears flow first. "
Li Qingzhao, a talented woman, walked blankly in the biting wind and rain in late autumn in Hangzhou. The figure is lonely, like a lonely deciduous yellow flower floating in the wind. Her hair is like frost and snow, and her face is withered. She gently sang the song "Slow Whispering", which condensed her life and whole body pain: "Looking for it is sadness and sadness. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you compare with it? It's too late to worry. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, withered and damaged, and now no one can pick them. Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! "