Li Qingzhao (李清照)

The Greatest Female Poet in Chinese History & Master of Wanyue Ci (1084–c. 1155 CE)

In the vast, male-dominated literary history of ancient China, Li Qingzhao stands entirely unparalleled. Universally recognized as the greatest female poet to ever live, she is the supreme master of the Wanyue (婉约 - delicate/subtle) school of Song Ci. Her life and work are dramatically divided into two distinct halves, perfectly mirroring the catastrophic fall of the Northern Song Dynasty.

During her early years, she lived a life of ultimate aristocratic romance. Married to the scholar Zhao Mingcheng, they spent their days cataloging ancient bronzes, writing brilliant poetry, and enjoying the immense prosperity of the capital. Her poems from this era are playful, fiercely intelligent, and deeply romantic. However, when the Jin invaders shattered the empire in 1127, her life collapsed. Fleeing south, she lost her beloved husband to illness and her priceless antiquities to war and theft. Her later poetry transformed into agonizingly beautiful expressions of grief, national trauma, and profound isolation. With a brush that could paint both the delicate fall of a single plum blossom and the bold soaring of mythical birds, Li Qingzhao’s genius transcends gender and time.

The Masterpieces

Joy of Eternal Union- 永遇乐·落日熔金

The setting sun like molten gold,

Gathering clouds like marble cold,

Where is my dear?

Willows take misty dye,

Flutes for mume blossoms sigh.

Can you say spring is here?

On the Lantern Festival 

The weather is agreeable.

Will wind and rain not come again?

I thank my friends in verse and wine,

With scented cabs and horses fine 

Coming to invite me in vain.


I remember the pleasure 

Ladies enjoyed at leisure 

In the capital on this day:

Headdress with emerald 

And filigree of gold

Vied in fashion display.

Now with a languid air 

And dishevelled frosty hair,

I dare not go out in the evening.

I'd rather forward lean 

Behind the window screen

To hear the others'laughter ring.

Cold sheet- 一剪梅·红藕香残玉簟秋

Cold sheet,withered lotus flowers,

i lightly put off my shirt,

lonely step in the boat.

Who will send the love letters to me from the cloud?

When the wild geese return,

only moon rises from the Western Attic.


Flowers will fade,waters will flow,

we have the one yearning but weeps at two places.

Baby,could you tell me

how i should get rid of this sweetest love?

I put the pain of yearning down for a while,

but it spreads in my heart again like it never will be healed.

The Complete Anthology

Maidenhood & Spring Romance (少女与初恋)

Boudoir Longing (绿肥红瘦与相思)

Exile & A Fallen Empire (南渡与孤悲)

Bold Visions & Heroism (傲骨与豪放)

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