(Twenty-six)
No matter what the road ahead is, she has the courage and confidence to face it.
In the hot late summer, Li Qingzhao returned to Qingzhou.
At this time, her innocence as a girl had faded away, she was free and uninhibited, and her resolute and courageous mood was blended with a little tenderness.
Not weak, not meek.
It's just that apart from the sharp edges, he treats people much more like a spring breeze.
The first thing was that Li Qingzhao went back to Mingshui to worship his father, and also discussed taking his mother and Aunt Ning to Qingzhou.
Her father passed away, Brother Hao was traveling abroad, and only Aunt Ning and Aunt Ning were left at home. She was really worried.
As a child, you should be filial and filial.
Sun Ge shook his head and refused without hesitation, "Sister Zhao, I plan to take Aunt Ning to see these beautiful mountains and rivers."
"She grew up in Bianliang City. She was very miserable when she was young. Later, she was taken as a concubine by your father and was kept in the inner house."
"Ever since your father resigned and returned home, she has taken care of your father personally and never slacked off."
"In the past thirty years, she has never been lucky enough to see the scenery elsewhere, and I don't want to live in one place for a long time."
Li Qingzhao was silent. She often thought that some people were born with wind and blood in their bones.
It just so happens that A Niang is this kind of person.
It’s just that Aniang’s age is not young after all.
Auntie considered that the thirty-year-old Aunt Ning would not be able to see the scenery of the four seasons, but did she consider that she herself was already in late spring.
She was afraid.
"Sister Zhao, don't worry."
Sunge saw through Li Qingzhao's inner fear.
After experiencing the death of my father and father-in-law one after another, I gained a deep understanding of life, separation and death.
"Aniang hopes she is on the road."
"Everywhere I go, I will write to you. Maybe I can meet Brother Hao again."
Li Qingzhao had no choice but to carefully pack Sunge's luggage and asked him again and again.
The carriage gradually moved away and turned into a small black dot, and the tears that Li Qingzhao was holding back finally burst out.
It turns out that getting married means that it will no longer be her who can accompany my mother all over the world.
Zhao Mingcheng held Li Qingzhao in his arms and comforted him, "If you don't want to let go, let's travel with my mother-in-law."
"Cai Jing is in power. I can't join the officialdom for the time being, but I'm still free."
"My mother also returned to Jiangning a few days ago. Only you and I live in Qingzhou."
"It doesn't matter where you live."
Li Qingzhao sobbed and shook his head.
She knows that A Niang never likes to be tied up.
It's as if A Niang is alone in this world.
"It will be fine if Aunt Ning is with you."
With her and Mingcheng around, Aniang would feel uncomfortable.
Back at Qingzhou Return Hall, Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng spent time gambling on books and pouring tea, collected gold and stone paintings, and started writing gold and stone records.
Because their family is well-off, the two of them don't have to eat too much meat, don't have to buy too many clothes, live a poor life without pearls and jade ornaments on their heads, or gold-painted embroidery in their homes, as in the plot.
The Li family is full of gold and jade.
The Zhao family has a rich family background.
The days in Gui Lai Tang were leisurely and carefree. I enjoyed sitting and watching the clouds roll in and out, and listening to the flowers bloom and fall.
It was at this time that Li Qingzhao named himself Yi An.
Leaning against the south window to express your pride, it is easy to rest your knees when looking at your appearance.
Easy to be safe, easy to be safe, but not yet safe.
Li Qingzhao himself had a character that refused to admit defeat and was unwilling to settle for mediocrity.
She has been criticized by countless people since she entered the literary world, and she finally has the time to respond.
Someone scolded her for not knowing the words?
Then she insisted on going her own way and wrote "Theory of Ci".
Unlike poetry, poetry belongs to the same family.
Li Daunai is officially online and firing on all cylinders.
Commenting on Liu Yong, "Although the rhythm is harmonious, the words are dusty."
Commenting on Zhang Xian, "Although there are witty words from time to time, if it is broken, it is not a famous writer."
Comments on Yan Shu, Yan Shu, and Ouyang Xiu: "Learning from heaven and man, as a small lyric, it is like drinking water from Li in the sea, but they are all poems that cannot be read or copied."
Commenting on Wang Anshi, "Writing articles is a great skill, but if you write lyrics, you will definitely fall down."
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Zhao Mingcheng held the theory of poetry that the ink stains had not completely dried on in his hand, feeling a little dumbfounded.
A boast, but not completely.
I cursed, but not completely.
He could even imagine the uproar this theory would cause once it came out.
Nine times out of ten, someone will poke you in the spine and scold you.
The literary world of the Song Dynasty did not accept women to shine in poetry, let alone criticize everyone's poetry like Qingzhao.
“Isn’t the purpose of writing lyrics just for people to read, sing and listen to?”
"Others can comment on my words, why can't I judge others' words?"
"Furthermore, when I write lyrics theory, my purpose is to systematically summarize and summarize the various characteristics of lyrics in terms of music and form."
"The world can't taint me just because I'm a woman. I think it's unfair to be self-respecting, right?" Li Qingzhao's eyes flashed with a burning light.
She is not afraid of words, let alone wind and rain.
Zhao Mingcheng is calm, Qingzhao is as flamboyant, sharp, confident and calm as ever.
The ups and downs she has experienced have not extinguished the fire in her bones.
Yes, nothing to fear.
As soon as the Ci Theory came out, it was criticized by countless people, accusing Li Qingzhao of being shallow, empty, narrow and harsh.
You cannot tolerate others, you cannot appreciate others, you cannot sympathize with others.
Li Qingzhao laughed it off.
If it could truly respond to her lyrics, point out omissions, or find errors, she would take a high look at it.
Such a personal attack makes me laugh out loud.
Not long after, Li Qingzhao received a letter from his mother-in-law.
"My son's "Ci Lun" is so unique and unique, so insightful!"
"In the field of poetry, poetry is in a different family. It is a great innovation to pay attention to the differences in the style of poetry."
"This letter is intended to explore another philosophy of life."
“Commonality and Individuality.”
"The theory of poetry has clarified the differences in the style of poetry. Doesn't it mean that poetry has no commonality if both are lyrical styles?"
"Also, criticize first and find a way out later."
"Sister Zhao is so smart, I think she can understand what she means by being a mother."
"Everything goes well for my mother, and the same goes for my sister Wangzhao."
Zhao Mingcheng saw the content of the letter and finally determined who Li Qingzhao's habit of writing ink came from.
First praise, then criticize, and then summarize.
Li Qingzhao held the letter in his hand, his brows furrowed, his eyes darting back and forth between the essay and the letter.
Poetry, should it really be as clear as she said?
After a while, Li Qingzhao's eyes lit up, and she realized her narrowness.
"Those who only attack the self-proclaimed gentlemen personally should really be allowed to see what is a powerful response to the Ci theory."
In everyone's astonishment, Li Qingzhao openly reflected on himself. His theory of Ci was not rigorous and comprehensive enough, and he denied the reform of Ci style, but failed to find a new way out.
Everyone thought that Li Qingzhao was succumbing to the criticism of literati, but little did they know that the only things that made her succumb were facts and truth.
However, her thoughts are destined to be unknown to others.
Speculations from the outside world did not affect the tranquility in the Return Hall.
