Mulan Ci, Antique Decisive Ci, Friends of Cambodia
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
A Mulan and a song "Thinking of the Source of Drinking Water" made countless people remember a gifted scholar whose life was short-lived-Nalan Rong Ruo.
He left many masterpieces for later generations, and Liang Qichao called him "the first scholar in the early Qing Dynasty". Wang Guowei, a master of Chinese studies, praised him: "Since the Northern Song Dynasty, he has been a person".
He is a bodyguard of Kangxi's imperial command. He has enjoyed great wealth, but he has been trapped in the cage of wealth all his life.
He was called a confidant by Emperor Kangxi and always accompanied him, but his ambition was always nowhere to be put to use.
He was born in a rich family, and his life of sorrow and joy was full of endless melancholy.
1, appreciate each other, but they may not all become bosom friends.
Nalan Rong Ruo was born in a family with very prominent status and power, and his father was a powerful minister Nalan Mingzhu. Under the strict family education, he read a lot of poetry books since childhood and was diligent in riding and shooting. Being good at poetry, I have made amazing sentences when I was a child, and I have benefited for a long time. "At that time, if he was a charming young man, everyone regarded him as a child prodigy.
At the age of 22, Nalan was admitted to the Jinshi Examination, ranking seventh in high school and tenth among the national candidates, which was a very excellent result. He became the pride of the Nalan family.
He met Emperor Kangxi, whom he had admired for a long time, and Nalan expected to get the attention of his cousin Emperor Kangxi, make a great career and gain both fame and fortune.
In the eyes of civil and military officials, Nalan Rong Ruo is like an eagle, and the vast sky is waiting for him to soar.
However, Nalan Rong Ruo himself has some unspeakable sadness. When he was waiting for the appointment of Kangxi with great expectation, Kangxi sent him an unexpected official position-the imperial bodyguard of the son of heaven.
At that time, he Rong Ruo, is able to stay in the academician courtyard for further study, continue to interacting with the word. Or you can award it to a local official, realize his ideal of governing the country and leveling the world, and make some achievements for the country with your talents.
Kangxi's momentary thoughts became the biggest bondage and pain of Nalan. They also began to live together for nine years.
The imperial guards are called "shrimp" and "jurisdiction" in Manchu, and most of them are held by tribal leaders, imperial clan and aristocratic children. In the eyes of many people, it is an honor to be with the king all the time.
Nalan Rong Ruo was called a bosom friend by Kangxi. He traveled around with the emperor and was ordered to participate in important strategic reconnaissance. Together with Emperor Kangxi, he composed poems and translated works, and received many awards. He is a respected young talent with both civil and military skills, a personal courtier valued by the emperor, and a powerful person with a bright future. He also participated in romantic and gentle poetry creation as a handsome and mighty military attache.
But in fact, they are just a pawn, unable to grasp the fate of winning or losing.
He stayed with Kangxi almost all the time, and Kangxi also traveled with him. Even if you receive a temporary order, you should write a poem immediately when riding a horse. The more outstanding he was in Rong Ruo's performance, the more Kangxi refused to let him go. He was rewarded countless times and became a red man around the emperor. "The courtiers are glorious, here they are." But whenever people cast envious eyes, he can feel depressed inside.
After all, Nalan Rong Ruo is not as free and easy as Li Bai, but "the son of heaven can't go to court"; There is no such thing as Liu Yong's uninhibited birthday. "Keep your reputation alive and sing shallowly." For the sake of his family, he can only bear it silently.
Tired all day, the anxiety of accompanying a gentleman is killing his will. He is cautious, always "worried about not being able to perform" and never participates in any major political affairs; Speak carefully in front of emperors and monarchs, and be passive to Nuo Nuo and Nuo Nuo, without causing any unhappiness; Be careful in front of princes and ministers, lest someone catch you. This kind of life gave him a deep understanding of life and history.
The freedom he longs for is out of reach for him. The majestic Forbidden City is like a cage, and everyone has to submit to the emperor's feet.
"Every family strives to sing water words, and Nalan reads a few words."
Inside the door, the heart is in the rivers and lakes.
Being across the hall and feeling lonely is the biggest contradiction and tragedy of Nalan Rong Ruo's life.
What is real pain? My heart clung to my ideal, but reality destroyed it again and again.
This is the case with Nalan Rong Ruo. In others' eyes, he is the pinnacle of honor, but for him, it is intense pain.
Nalan Rong Ruo has a great ideal that is different from the general aristocratic dude. He strongly rejected and even despised the status and situation of glory. People are in the imperial court, but their hearts are in the rivers and lakes. They always want to wander around the rivers and lakes and be a hermit.
Dreams are dreams after all. If it can be realized, how can it be an "autumn wind sad painting fan"?
Deep down, he is tired of the vulgarity of officialdom, hates the life of attendants, and has no intention of fame and fortune. Although "in the halls and mansions, there are often thoughts of mountains and rivers and birds."
Kangxi once asked Nalan if he had written any new words recently. No sooner had he finished a sentence than he blurted out:
Empty mountains are quiet, and the water is heavy. When you are at ease, dust is not allowed to invade. At the end of the year, I remember the place I walked, and I still remember that the pole was half inclined, reflecting a touch of Lin Hai. On the top of Maoan Mountain, the old woman is singing alone.
Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, playing the piano by the river. How many ghosts are there in my life? Who knows that I can lie and wander? I plan to go home by the wind, but I look back at Huai' an by mistake. When do I have to vote? Cloth socks are green, but look for pictures.
"Water tunes the song, and the title is Xishan Autumn Cool Map"
Nalan borrowed words to express his inner desire. Among the empty mountains, the chanting of monks came faintly, which was even more quiet. I still remember when the sun went down, there was a remnant cloud in the sparse forest. At the top of the cliff, there is a simple thatched cottage, and an old monk is meditating.
Walking in the misty Shan Ye, fishing in front of the stream and playing the piano in the mountain stream are really enjoyable! However, who can understand such a mood? I used to be mistaken in my official career and covet wealth. Now I just want to retire to the mountains. But when will such a wish come true?
This poem reflects Nalan Rong Ruo's indifference to fame and wealth and contempt for prosperity.
Kangxi was impressed by the talents in front of him, but he thought that Nalan would soon be used by him. He may not have read Nalan's mind, or he did, but he didn't want to fulfill it.
He gave Nalan Rong Ruo a rich dream, but also broke his flying wings.
Fortunately, for Nalan Rong Ruo, there is a gentle wife to accompany him; He also has poems, friends who never give up, and cooking words to heal.
On the small building alone with the sunset, whose jade emperor is charming? A line of white geese is far away at dusk, when yellow flowers are everywhere in autumn.
Surprise, sigh, ups and downs, like a dream flowing east. Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen.
Quail day
Seasonal metabolism, ups and downs in life, always makes people sad. "Flowers flow eastward like a dream", beautiful things always disappear as soon as they arrive, as easily shattered as a dream, and as irreversible as a river flowing eastward.
Life may be short, but a moment may be long.
It was an autumn, and Kangxi ordered Nalan to accompany him to go hunting outside the western suburbs of Beijing. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty held a very grand hunting ceremony. The following officials should show their loyalty to the guards and never forget the family law of "riding and shooting in Mandarin".
When hunting, the son of heaven must first cross the horse array to chase the wild animals, followed by the royal guards. The first prey must be shot by the son of heaven first to show that the son of heaven is the only one.
In this hunting, Nalan shot a tiger with one arrow, which once again impressed Kangxi, called him the bravest hunter and gave him a sword. However, sitting next to Kangxi, he felt extremely lonely.
The grass in the plain is withered, and after Chongyang, the yellow trees are Sao Sao. I remember Yule's hair. When the flowers fell, I picked up the green flowers and suddenly remembered the flute. Today, the burn marks are gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke weaves, soap carvings fly all over the sky, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.
Life must be carpe diem. Whether you know it or not, it's easy to get cold feet. Farewell to Dongfeng is boring. How famous is it? Win casually, shoot tigers in short clothes, and sell wine in the western suburbs. Then I waved my hair at the shadow of the sunset and leaned back on the horse.
Romantic boys hunt in the suburbs in autumn.
After the Double Ninth Festival, the grass on the plain withered and the yellow leaves withered in the strong wind. I remember how high-spirited I was when I rode here for an outing in spring. Now the old place is revisited, bleak, cold and empty. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke diffuses, flying all over the sky, boundless.
Life is alive, and the years are fleeting, so we must eat, drink and be merry in time. After spring, I still feel bored. Think about Li Lu's fame and wealth. Don't shoot with wine, splash ink in the sunset.
At the age of 23, Nalan's wife Lu died in childbirth, and they only had a short relationship for three years. But it is these three years, which are long and short, that Nalan will never forget. The death of Lushi completely destroyed Nalan, who had been immersed in repressed pain for a long time. "Two people in a generation for a lifetime, and strive to forget me twice."
Since then, he has written more than 50 eulogies for his wife, full of blood, tears and affection.
Hard work is the most pitiful day, month and month. The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are lost. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
It's easy to die without that kind of fate. Swallows remain the same, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
The nearest flower
Love, only this one, she left, no one can replace it. The confidant has left himself forever, and those who stay in the world can only wait for the afterlife.
Who reads the west wind alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Huanxisha
In autumn, the west wind blows, the windows are closed, and Nalan is meditating on the past. He stood in the yard because there was no warm home in the house. In the days with my wife, the days of drinking together are so dull that people forget its existence, and only when it disappears will they know its value.
In the twenty-first year of Qing Emperor Kangxi, Kangxi went through customs to worship his ancestors, accompanied by Nalan Rong Ruo. When we arrived at Shanhaiguan, thousands of tents stood in the snow, and candlelight swayed.
In this situation, Nalan Rong Ruo couldn't help feeling the desolation of frontier soldiers, and thought of distant relatives and friends, so he had a song "Sauvignon Blanc":
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. Walking towards Guan Yu, there are thousands of lights at night.
The wind has changed, so has the snow. I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
In the spring of the twenty-fourth year of Kangxi, Nalan got cold syndrome and didn't sweat for seven days. The illness alarmed Kangxi, asked to report Nalan's illness at any time, and personally prescribed a prescription to Nalan, but he didn't have time to eat it. Seven days later, Nalan Rong Ruo died. I am thirty-one years old this year.
Eight years ago, on the anniversary of his wife's death, Nalan Rong Ruo passed away forever. Life comes to an abrupt end at the age of 31, just like a meteor across the sky, short and shocking.
Before he died, he wrote the last poem in his life, cordate telosma:
"Two nights ago, the branches and leaves were covered with beauty. The density is * * * sunny and rainy, and the volume is comfortable because it is bright. "
Later generations compiled Nalan Ci, which included nearly 400 works by Nalan Rong Ruo. He wrote those words with painstaking efforts. Those who sing love tactfully, those who write about the vicissitudes of life heartily, have been passed down to this day, crossing the vicissitudes of time and space, and have moved generation after generation.
Life can be short, but a moment can be long, and hundreds of years can't erase the glory of those poems! Today, we are still chanting the sentence in "Thinking about the Source of Drinking Water", and we will still remember Nalan Rong Ruo who "doesn't want to be a rich flower in the world, but just wants to be a spoony species in the sky"