After the change of Jingkang, Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng lost most of their treasures to avoid the chaos in the south of the Yangtze River. Later, the Jin people moved south, and the Southern Song Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was full of blood, but he died before he could conquer it. What a pity. Li Qingzhao wandered alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou and Jinhua, and spent his later years in misery and loneliness.
Legend has it that Zhao Mingcheng had a strange dream when he was a child. He dreamed that he had read a very strange book. After waking up, I only remember three sentences in the book: "The word is connected, and the safety has been taken off." Zhao Mingcheng was puzzled, so he asked his father to interpret dreams. Zhao Mingcheng's father is well-informed and knowledgeable. He said: "Yan and Si together are one word," I have left my post "is one word, and" Zhifu Caoba "is the grass prefix to remove these two words, which is the word" Fu ". These words add up to a word girl. "
After marriage, Zhao Mingcheng often went out, which made separation the biggest distress in their newly married life. Li Qingzhao, who lives alone, has a deep understanding of the pain of lovesickness and the pain of missing after leaving. On one occasion, before her husband went out, she wrote a poem entitled Pruning Plums on a brocade handkerchief:
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Cloud towel, 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 frown and mind.
With this brocade handkerchief, Zhao Mingcheng finished her studies and embarked on a career. He kept it with him until he died.
Zhao Mingcheng is going to Qingzhou to be an official. Before leaving, Li Qingzhao sent her husband on his way. On the Double Ninth Festival after Zhao Mingcheng left, Li Qingzhao came to Dongli alone, sipping alone and enjoying chrysanthemums alone. At this time, unbearable loneliness and loneliness attacked her heart. In order to get rid of this loneliness, she wrote a song "Drunken Flowers":
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Later, she asked someone to take the words to her husband Zhao Mingcheng. After receiving this song "Drunken Flowers", Zhao Mingcheng praised his wife's literary talent, and was even more moved by her deep affection for him. Zhao Mingcheng felt that he had read a lot of poetry books, was born in a noble family, and was also an expert in poetry and songs. He must write a poem worthy of his wife's work. So, Zhao Mingcheng refused the guest, and thought hard behind closed doors for three days, and wrote 50 songs of drunken flowers in one breath, mixing Li Qingzhao's words with those 50 words he wrote, and preparing to invite an insider to comment.
At this moment, it happened that my good friend Liu Defu visited. Liu Defu is a very famous poet. He came back to visit relatives and passed through Qingzhou to visit Zhao Mingcheng. Zhao Mingcheng invited Liu Defu to the study, and then handed "Drunken Flowers" to Liu Defu, asking him to comment.
Watching, chanting in a low voice, finally Jing couldn't help applauding admiringly: Zhao Mingcheng thought his words were praised, and he was very happy. But on the surface, he still pretended to be modest and said to Lu Defu, "This is graffiti written by my brother. Please don't laugh. "
Lu Defu said with a smile, "Brother Zhao, why be modest? I haven't seen you for several years, and my literary thinking is concise. It's really a three-day farewell. I'm sure I'll go and see him. "
Zhao Mingcheng was very happy and asked Liu Defu which word was the best.
Lu Defu said with a smile, "Brother Zhao has written so many words in three days. He is really quick-witted and reliable. But according to my brother, only three of these words are the best. " Pointing to the last three sentences of Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers", he praised: "There is no need to know the Tao, the west wind blinds, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." These three sentences are really wonderful words: touching the scene, feeling in the scene, every word of scenery, every word of love, especially the word "thin", which is simply a stroke of genius, so that young women can get rid of their worries. If you don't have deep feelings, you can't write categorically. "Say that finish, I couldn't help applauding and singing these three sentences.
Zhao Mingcheng couldn't help feeling ashamed and ashamed. Liu Defu found that Zhao Ming's look was wrong, so he asked him if his evaluation was wrong. Zhao Mingcheng mumbled something for a long time before Liu Defu explained the truth. Lu Defu sighed and said, "It never occurred to me that your wife is an expert in writing lyrics. Brother Zhao is really blessed to have such a good couple! "
However, the good times did not last long. After the change of Jingkang, Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng lost most of their cultural relics to avoid the chaos in the south of the Yangtze River. Later, the Jin people moved south, and the Southern Song Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent, destroying the Great Wall. Zhao Mingcheng was full of blood, but he died before he could conquer it. What a pity. Li Qingzhao wandered alone in Hangzhou, Yuezhou and Jinhua, and spent his later years in misery and loneliness.