As an excuse for my apologies, I will pass on an essay that I wrote. Cover your face......

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"If life is only as it was when I first saw it, looking back, flashy and worldly, it was just a remnant of the original thought, crying in my heart, and it was just ordinary at that time."

A word, a song, the past is like smoke, like a dancing girl crossing the battlefield, and the red ribbon flies in the air with the graceful dance. From near to far, it drew my heart to that sad world.

Li Qingzhao's poems have always had a special attraction for me, like a magnetic field wrapped in magnetic force, and I have always become that little iron sand.

Her words, her poems, easily bring people into her world. This feeling has become stronger since I first came into contact with it.

"Cherish the spring and spring, when will the flowers rain."

Time flies, and the raindrops keep knocking on the ground, knocking on the flowers and plants, and knocking on the qiē wait. Leaning on the railing and looking at it, it is spring, flowers and rain......

Her poems are always full of sadness and infinite melancholy. The sun is warm, and her heart must have been warm. However, such Li Qingzhao is rarely shown in front of my eyes.

Since Heaven has given me a pair of black eyes, I am happy to use them to discover the light. If a person always shows people the shadow and sadness in front of her, there must be that ray of sunshine behind her.

Through Li Qingzhao's poems, I was in a trance with the sad beauty of flowers flying in front of my eyes, her standard goose egg face, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, and a watery nose, a plain and elegant and cool body.

Her early stage was also beautiful, born in a scholarly family, and her family was wealthy. You can imagine the joy and happiness she once had, and she even laid a literary foundation in a good family environment even when she was a child. After getting married, she and her husband had similar interests and lived a happy life.

However, this qiē seems to have ceased to exist after her husband's death.

Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

I still remember that there was a time when I often saw the words "things are not people". At that time, I didn't know much about Li Qingzhao, so I naturally didn't know that these four words came from this great female lyricist.

"Things are not people", these four words made me feel sad at that time. It's a feeling of being abandoned by the world, by time.

It was as if I had returned to my hometown, the warmest and most comfortable homeland. But they found that the catkins on the riverbank were no longer flying, and they had been cut off from their branches, leaving the bare trunks stiff and squeezed between the dirt. And the neighbors who once greeted themselves warmly just looked at each other coldly.

What kind of desolation is this?

When I think I have returned to the place I know best, I have found the person closest to me. only to find that everything that is familiar is unfamiliar, and what kind of closeness is indifferent.

This feeling made me feel like something was blocking my throat. The unspeakable pain is Li Qingzhao's injury. That's why you want to cry first......

From then until now. What I have learned and come into contact with, the poems of this female lyricist are full of unbearable pain and helplessness.

The sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds merge.

What a wonderful and gorgeous twilight scene. The fiery red sunset sprinkled the brilliant brilliance from the sky, shining on the vast earth, as if it was glowing, glazed sparks, smoke and red leaves. The neon clouds and the twilight mingled with each other, leaving a trail of footprints on the water in the middle of nowhere.

Come to summon each other, Xiangche BMW, thank him for his wine friends and poets.

Li Qingzhao's talent will eventually attract others to invite her to a poetry and wine party, but her heart has long been indifferent to the world after suffering from sorrow. Her words and her poems always inadvertently break into my eyes, knocking on the ancient and lengthy sound of bells. My ears buzzed, and suddenly an invisible hand clenched my heart.

Between the lines, I was tightly entwined.

Her life has been bumpy, but I can't help but be attracted to her.

This is her, Li Qingzhao, who does not look down on the women in vain, and wants to overwhelm the eyebrows.