我读不懂李清照。即使我写了一篇洋洋洒洒的文章,写了她的才华横溢和绝世爱情,写了她的国破家亡,写了她的孤苦哀伤,也不会懂。因这不过是“少年不知愁滋味,赋说新词还说愁”罢了。李清照的词魂,在于愁,而愁来自万物。花的愁,水的愁,天的愁,地的愁,这愁穿越时间和空间,传递着一种难以表达的感情,一如大海汹涌的波 I can not read Li Qingzhao. Even if I wrote an eloquent essay, wrote her talented and peerless love, wrote her country broken home, wrote her lonely and sad, do not understand. Because it is but “juvenile do not know the unpleasant taste, say new words say worry ” Bale. The soul of Li Qingzhao, is worry, and worry from all things. Flower worry, water worry, sky worry, earth worry, this unhappy through the time and space, passing an emotion that is difficult to express, as the waves of the sea turbulent