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Fifty Aesthetic Poems by Li Qingzhao

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Li Qingzhao (1March 084 13— about 1 155), Yi nationality, Han nationality, was born in Jinan, Jizhou (now Zhangqiu District, Jinan City, Shandong Province). A poetess in Song Dynasty, a representative of graceful and restrained ci school, was known as "the first talented woman in the ages". Write more about your leisure life in the early stage, and truly reflect the boudoir life and thoughts and feelings. The theme focuses on natural scenery and parting acacia. In the later period, I mainly expressed my homesickness, lamented my life experience and sentimental mood, and expressed my deep sadness, loneliness and melancholy in my lonely life. In form, it makes good use of line drawing, forms its own school and has beautiful language. There are Yi 'an Jushi Collection and Yi 'an Ci, which have been lost. Later generations have a collection of Yu Shu's ci. There is a collation of Li Qingzhao's collected works today.

1 slow, searching.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

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 in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it 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!

Like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

I often think of the sunset in Xiting, but I don't know my way home. I long to return to the boat at night and wander in the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

Like a dream, it suddenly rained and blew last night.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Last night, the wind and rain broke out suddenly, and I slept soundly and didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Like a dream, who will sit alone with the window?

[Song] Li Qingzhao

I have a shadow who sits alone in the bright window. The lamp is sleepy, and the shadow throws people away. Nothing, nothing, what a desolate me.

5 cut plum, red lotus root, fragrant jade and mushroom autumn

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root fragrant jade mushroom autumn, light solution Luo Shang, alone on the green boat. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.

6 drunken shade, mist, thick clouds, long sun.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

In the spring of Wuling, the fragrant flowers are exhausted.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

8 Butterfly Lovers Tears Wet Luo Yi Powder Full

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Tears wet Luo clothes full of powder. "Four Folds at Yangguan", sung all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long, and the water is broken. Mix Yuwei Wengu Hall

Farewell, hurt, confused. Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai.

9. Irises, warm days, sunny days, and ice-breaking winds.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The weather is warm, sunny and windy. Willow's eyebrows and cheeks all feel the heart of spring. Who dabbles in wine and poetry? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.

Try sewing a shirt with gold thread at first sight. The pillow on the mountain is inclined, and the pillow is damaged by the hairpin. There is no good dream when you are alone with deep sadness. Midnight is still cut off by snuff.

10 Yong Huan

[Song] Li Qingzhao

There is not much joy at night. Empty dream of Chang 'an, recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report a good spring this year. Flowers and the moon should be photographed together.

Casual cups and plates are sloppy. The wine is delicious and sour, just like a person's arms. Don't laugh when you are drunk. Poor spring is like a person getting old.

1 1 Huanxi Shadan is a cold food day in spring

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.

Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

12 Huan Sha Ji Zi Shangchun has no intention to comb more.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.

Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.

13 The Xumo Cup in Huanxisha is dark amber.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk. The wind came late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, and the cold golden bun is loose. Wake up, time and space are red for candles.

14 The leisure window of Huanxisha Yard is full of spring.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The idle window in the yard is already deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.

In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

15 Huanxisha Guiqing

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.

On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.

16 the Qing dynasty was slow, forbidden and low-handed.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

It is forbidden to lower the hand, and the red film is cleverly protected, so it will monopolize the spring. Hua Rong was indifferent, and everyone was naive. It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, old Dong Jun.

East of the city, Mo Nan, originally a billiard hall baked on a sunny day, actually took the incense wheel. Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast? The better Guangming Palace, the recent branches are more evenly distributed. Jin Zun fell down and put out all the candles, regardless of dusk.

17 Dixon lip kick swing

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.

18 o'clock crimson lips lonely boudoir

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Xichun. When will it rain?

Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

19 fisherman ao zhichunxin.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Knowing that spring is coming in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half open and charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup.

Nature may have done it on purpose, teaching the bright moon to grow and enjoying the green ants. Don't get drunk, this flower can't compare with those flowers.

The pride of the fisherman: Heaven meets Yuntao and even Xiao Wu.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The sky met clouds and fog. The galaxy wants to turn to Qian Fan. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky. Ask me politely where I'm going.

I report the long road before sunset. Learn poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind stop. Pengzhou blew away three mountains.

2 1 partridge sky dim light corpus luteum soft

[Song] Li Qingzhao

A dull and light corpus luteum is soft. Love is gone, only fragrance remains. Why light blue and light red? It's a first-class flower

Ding Mei is jealous, but Ju should be ashamed. Draw an aperture to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days.

22 partridge day, cold day, rustling, locking the window

[Song] Li Qingzhao

When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.

23 Bodhisattva Man Guihong's voice broke Yunbi.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.

The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

For people of Bodhisattva level, the wind is soft, and it is still early spring.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.

Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.

25 recent relationships

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.

At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.

26 Linjiang Xianmei

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are all haggard and hurt for anyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.

How deep is Linjiang Fairy Garden?

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Ouyang Gong wrote "Butterfly Loves Flowers", in which there is a phrase "how much sorrow is deep", which he loves very much. Take its language as "deep courtyard" and its sound as the old "Linjiang Xian".

The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.

There are many things about the moon and the wind, but now I am old and have nothing to do. Who is more pitiful and withered? It's boring to try the lights. I'm not in the mood to walk in the snow.

28-year-old Nvjiao Aoyuan

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.

It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.

29 Yong Yu Le Sunset Melts Gold

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.

Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.

Minus the word magnolia, and sell flowers on your shoulders.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

When you sell flowers, you can buy 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.

3 1 Qingpingle Niannian Li Xue

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes!

I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

Man Tingfang, No.32, Cao Fang Pond

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Grass pond, green courtyard, screen window, cold in the evening. Jade hook and gold lock, tube is a guest. Loneliness respects the front seat, only worrying about the ends of the earth. Can I stay? When you are exhausted, you still need pears.

At that time, he won the prize, gave birth to fragrant sleeves and divided the tea with lively fire. Dragons are proud of horses and have good running water. Not afraid of the wind and rain, just say, cook wine and write flowers. Now, it's not like before, is it?

33 Ge Cangchun, Xiao Fang, Man Ting

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window locks the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrived, lonely and muddy, He Xun was in Yangzhou.

Never, knowing rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to the wind. Whose flute blows out deep sorrow. Don't hate incense to eliminate snow, be sure to guide, sweep away traces and stay. It's hard to say, it's still romantic when the night is bright and full of shadows.

On the phoenix stage, I remember playing my flute, which was fragrant, cold and golden.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. The newcomer lost weight, not because of ill wine, not because of sad autumn.

Take a rest. If you go back, you can't stay in Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.

35 good things are close, and the wind will spend deep.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

36. Carnation

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.

I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation. The weather is sunny, rainy and windy.

37 Hang Xiang Zi Tian He

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming. Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn.

The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.

38 Southern Song Dynasty Tian Zi's Biography of He Xing.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Cold pillow with tears. Let's talk about Luo Yi again. What a night this is.

The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather, old clothes Only when feelings are different from those in my hometown.

39. Complain about coming to Shen Zui late to remove makeup.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Come to Shen Zui late at night to remove makeup. Plum calyx is attached with residual branches. Wake up after drinking, sleep in the spring, dream away.

People are quiet, and the moon is lingering. The green curtains hung down. More time-consuming and more fragrant.

40 Lou Yuchun Su Hong is willing to smash Qiong Yao into pieces.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Red Crisp is willing to cut Qiong Yao to pieces, but I don't know how much fragrance it contains, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning.

The Taoist priest withered at the bottom of the spring window, bored and depressed, and came to rest if he wanted a drink. Maybe it's not that the Ming dynasty can't afford the wind.

4 1 Xiao Zhongshan, Chundaomen, Cao Chunqing

[Song] Li Qingzhao

When spring came to Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they didn't bloom evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.

Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.

42 Plum Blossoms in Yanhou Pavilion

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Jade is fragrant, sandalwood is scattered, and I hate visiting Mei this evening. Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low.

Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken. Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management.

43 Qin Yi Elin sings high songs.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Lin. Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog. The smoke is very thin. The crow returns and smells the horn at dusk.

The fragrance has been broken, and the wine has been left. The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. It's autumn in Wutongluo, and it's very lonely.

44 partridge and ginkgo biloba

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Charm is not very graceful, you can be a slave first and then worship oranges. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.

Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.

45 After laying Huanxisha, I got sick and there was a noise in my sideburns.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.

Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.

46 shop Huanxi sand, rub gold, 10,000 points

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.

Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.

47 Lonely geese, writing plum poems on earth.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you'll know that the preface doesn't match the latter.

The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.

The small wind scattered the rain and whispered, urging thousands of tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.

48 add words to pick mulberry seeds. Who planted banana trees in front of the window?

[Song] Li Qingzhao

Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium, Yin fills the atrium, and the leaves are heart-shaped, which has a lingering feeling.

The rainy night on the sad pillow, bit by bit sad, bit by bit sad, sad loss away from people, not used to listening.

49 Polyphony Memories Wang Sun Lake is stormy.

[Song] Li Qingzhao

There are boundless waves on the lake. Autumn is dusk, red is thin, and fragrance is less. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.

Lotus seeds are old. Green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.

50 Han

[Song] Li Qingzhao

The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate raining, ruthless wind and rain, night rubbing the muscles. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, and Xu Niang gives fragrance, but Mojiang doesn't write novels. If you look closely, you will find that Qu's charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is fragrant and the fat is not reduced.

Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It seems sad, not sad, but tears, not poetry. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and thin. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.