Being both women, Li Qingzhao was an anomaly in the ancient society of "women without talent are virtue", and her achievements in poetry can only be compared with her. What's more commendable is that she is a weak woman, but she has a heroic spirit. When the country was destroyed, faced with the cowardice and incompetence of the imperial court, she issued a sonorous voice: "Life is like being a man."
She called for a hero like Xiang Yu, but in the era of "business women don't know how to die and hate the country, but they still sing in the backyard to cross the river", and in the era of "warm wind makes wanderers drunk and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou", where is such a hero like Xiang Yu? The declining government of the Northern Song Dynasty blindly evaded and muddled along, and the whole country was hung over today and worried tomorrow.
So, in 2008, he went to Hangzhou and lived a thinner life than Huanghua.
Once an innocent girl leaned against the door and looked back. She sniffed her childhood, was naughty and clever, and lived a carefree life like a swallow.
Born different from other girls, other girls, small jasper or well-bred, all stay quietly in the boudoir and embroider needlework wholeheartedly. But she is like a boy, running out of the door all day, running to busy streets, running to places with mountains and water, looking at every grass, tree, brick and tile of the world with curious eyes and curious hearts.
At the age of seventeen, she went to a beautiful place to play and forgot to go home, so she felt that a poem "Like a Dream" shook off like a pearl on a jade plate: "I always remember the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know where to go. I played until I came back, but I lost to the deep pool in Zhu Feng. Fight for the ferry, fight for the ferry, and create a gull beach. "
Presumably, most girls nowadays have such feelings as Li Qingzhao.
A scholarly family that even men envy, the Li family has been an official for generations, and his father Li was born in a scholar. At that time, even Su Shi appreciated his three points. He was an official in the Ministry of Rites and had close contacts with Huang Tingjian, Huang Tingjian, Huang Tingjian and Chao. Mother Wang is the granddaughter of the top scholar Wang. She is dignified, virtuous, knowledgeable and has excellent literary accomplishment. Born in such a family, it is hard for Li Qingzhao not to become a writer.
I am still a young girl who doesn't understand the world. I recited 300 Tang poems, and I didn't worry about it in the flower season. I vomited lotus flowers and wrote thousands of words. She copied Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Lanting Pavilion, with exquisite and clean small letters at her fingertips; She likes Wang Wei's landscape paintings and often studies Zhu's graffiti. Flowers, birds and landscapes have their own tastes. She has a gift for music. She could play the piano when she was six years old. She played Cai Wenji's Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia, which made everyone present cry. How can her father not get the treasure of such a talented woman who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? So her father can't help but sigh: "If my Qing son is a man, I'm afraid it's easier to find it!"
But Li Qingzhao is Li Qingzhao. She is an unparalleled independent woman. She doesn't want to be a man.
At the age of eighteen, her love came.
Dragon and phoenix painted with gold like candles, octagonal tulle with gold tassels is a red palace lantern, and the red veil is slowly lifted by the beloved. It was in winter that a maid specially presented a plum blossom to worship heaven and earth and raise a glass. She and the groom entered the bridal chamber.
The groom's name is Zhao Mingcheng, the son of Tingzhi Zhao, the prime minister of the dynasty, and a noble family. He and she are childhood friends, but they are also suitable for each other. As far as talent, appearance and family background are concerned, he and she are a match made in heaven.
Marriage is not necessarily the grave of love. The married life of Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng is quite happy. The key is to see if two people have similar hearts and habits. Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng, a young couple, are exemplary in this respect. Both of them love poetry and often give each other poems. As a husband, Zhao Mingcheng was not jealous of Li Qingzhao's talent, but thankful. Sometimes he is arrogant and doesn't want to be inferior to his wife, so he chooses a few words he wrote, mixes them with Li Qingzhao's poems, and then gives them to his friend Lu Defu for comment.
Liu Defu played with it again and again, saying it was well written. Zhao Mingcheng insisted that he choose the best song, so he said, "Only three sentences are excellent." Zhao Mingcheng asked which three sentences it was, and he replied: "Mo Tao is not charming, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Rhyme" written to Zhao Mingcheng, a foreign official, is a masterpiece thought by a prime minister. The loneliness of autumn boudoir and the yearning and melancholy in boudoir are vividly on the paper.
At this time, Zhao Mingcheng admired his wife's talent more and more.
He was still studying in imperial academy, so he couldn't stay with her. He can only go home once a month at the new moon, so they regard the semi-monthly meeting as the annual Tanabata, which is extremely romantic.
On the Lantern Festival that year, he went to anxious to return. When I came to my familiar home, I didn't see her miss so much. Just wondering, a maid came to report that a childe was visiting. He went out of the study to meet the guests. Zhao Qing disguised himself as a man and came to him coily. He's curious. This delicate-eyed, weak-willed son seems to have met somewhere, but he can't remember. At this moment, my son spoke with a voice as warm as jade: "Zhao Gongzi, don't you remember me?" We were classmates for three years ... "
Say that finish, sloped smile, this smile gave away the clues, silly he suddenly realized that the so-called childe standing in front of him was actually a man disguised as Li Qingzhao.
Later, he took her by the hand and walked to the busy street, enjoying lanterns and tasting delicious food until the crowd dispersed, and they were still intoxicated.
He is a collector. His interest in antique calligraphy and painting is no less than her interest in poetry.
She understood him, and under his influence, she became interested in collecting.
Collecting is a game played by the rich. When Zhao Mingcheng became an official for the first time, his family was not rich, but for antiques, he would rather "live on simple clothes and vegetables and be a poor man with a unique field." .
She appreciated his interest, so she replaced Pearl jade with a Chai Jing cloth skirt.
Whenever they get a rare ancient book, a famous painting or Ding Yishi, they will check, appreciate and sign the whole episode, criticize its defects and enjoy it.
One day, he came across an original painting by Wang Xizhi. He couldn't put it down and bought it with a month's salary.
He gave it to her as a gift, because she liked Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and she was ecstatic.
Another day, someone liked it and brought a peony painting by Xu Xi. The couple carefully appraised its authenticity, but the price was too high. They ransacked all the valuables in the house. She took off all the ornaments she wore and took them to the pawnshop for money. Finally, she bought the peony map.
When he looked at her flat face, he was deeply moved.
The study of antiques has reached the point of perfection, so she said to him, "Why don't we write a book about antique research?"
He had this intention, so he hit it off. She asked, What's the name of this book?
He pondered for a while, so we called it "The Stone".
Perhaps Li Qingzhao's last life was so beautiful that God was jealous, so God gave her a tragic ending of "the country broke and the family died".
Just as the couple were immersed in the creation of Jin Shilu, the "shame of Jingkang" happened.
Zong Wei, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, is not in this country, just like Li Yu. He loves beauty and wine and is also a talented artist. It happened that he was born in the emperor's house by mistake, and he was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. His love for antique calligraphy and painting is exactly the same as that of Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng.
He sent people all over the country to collect famous flowers, strange stones, beautiful trees and treasures, and transported them to Kyoto for his appreciation. The ships carrying these flower stone trees are called "flower stone classes". The place where the "Petrochemical Gang" passed was the same as the place where Emperor Yang Di went south to Yangzhou on a luxury cruise ship. In addition, the Tang Ming for sacrifice was built in Beijing, and Jiucheng Palace for Jiuding and Yanfu Palace for sightseeing were installed.
Material extravagance eventually led to weak national strength and Anshi rebellion. Jin Jun took the opportunity to go south and wiped out the Northern Song Dynasty with the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves. Picked up a bargain and led the Song royal family to the south of the Yangtze River, which was a sigh of relief. In Hangzhou, Zhao was the emperor and the country was named "Jian Yan".
The whole country is on the run, and Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng have to follow.
However, they are different from ordinary refugees. They just rolled up a package and ran away They have too many things to bring. These things are antique calligraphy and painting, not books. Antique calligraphy and painting are different from ordinary objects, which are easy to be damaged and can't stand the pain of displacement. At the critical moment, for their joint efforts, those antique calligraphy and paintings that they spent half their lives collecting, Li Qingzhao left books, which is undoubtedly a kind of heartache for her who is addicted to books.
In the process of escape, a fatal blow hit the weak woman. Her favorite person, Zhao Mingcheng, died of infection in Nanjing.
In the past, I just lamented the grief of national destruction and death in other people's poems, but I never thought such an encounter would happen to me. It came so suddenly and violently. How can a woman who has never experienced setbacks bear it? For Li Qingzhao, the most painful thing in the world is this. She can lose anyone, but she can't lose Zhao Mingcheng. He said he would stay with her until he died. He's all she has. She cried away her tears and didn't wake Zhao Mingcheng.
For a moment, she wanted to follow Zhao Mingcheng, but she survived. This weak woman is not weak.
Only because of Zhao Mingcheng's unfulfilled wishes, this book is only half written.
She made up her mind to finish it, write it into a book and burn it to him at his grave.
So, she went to Hangzhou, lived alone in a shabby yard by the West Lake, and devoted herself to writing The Records of the Stone.
Eight years later, The Story of the Stone was finally completed. This afternoon, autumn wind and autumn rain are very sad. Li Qingzhao carefully wrote on the cover of plain silk:
30 volumes of Jinshi Lu
Secret Pavilion in Song Dynasty, by Wu Dong and Zhao Mingcheng.
After writing, she was a little tired and wanted to take a nap in bed. But as soon as she lay down, the past came to her mind. The more she wanted to sleep, the more she couldn't sleep, so she simply didn't sleep. So, she put on her clothes, got out of bed and poured a glass of wine, trying to warm herself up.
In this warm and cold season, how can a woman who drinks alone not be full of sadness? In the past, she had already had a drink with Zhao Mingcheng. Why are those beautiful years so short?
Looking up, I accidentally saw a lonely wild goose flying south. Its wail pierced the sky, and it reached the softest corner of her heart. Isn't this lonely goose herself? As a result, the sadness in my heart was pulled out a little bit, and it was longer and longer.
Looking down, yellow leaves fell all over the ground. Is that a withered chrysanthemum? In the yard, there are two phoenix trees, like a couple in trouble, but she, the fallen petal, is independent.
Why is it taking so long? Finally, at dusk, it rained again. Where can I vent this boundless sadness?
So, she picked up the pen and ink and wrote "Slow Whispering" with tears:
Look for it, it is lonely and sad. It is most difficult to stop breathing when the temperature changes alternately. Three glasses of light 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 take them off now? Looking out the window, how can you be alone in the dark? Indus even rained in Mao Mao, and it was dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence?
This time, what a sad sentence?
Ten years later, Li Qingzhao, a peerless and independent talent, died alone.