1. This is the night when people read. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. (Don Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion)
2. Mechanics is like ploughing, diligence can make up for it. But if you do too many books, you will get old. (Song Liuguo Academy)
3. When half an acre of square pond is opened, the moon shadow drifts. Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source. (Song Zhuxi's reading thought)
Last night, the river was full of springs, and Meng Chong ships were a dime a dozen. It used to take a lot of effort to push it, but today it can move in the middle of water. (Song Zhuxi's reading thought)
I am eager to study, and I am interested in swimming. You might as well let nature take its course unconsciously, but you have to think about it urgently. (Song Lu Jiuyuan "Reading")
6. There are not a few students who suffer from reading. Enough is enough, don't learn, enough is enough, don't learn. (Tang Hanyu's Persuasion Poetry)
Second, famous sentences about reading:
1. When the book is used, you will be less annoying. I don't know how difficult it is not to be there.
2. Reading is like breaking thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.
3. Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road.
There is a road to diligence in Shushan, and there is no end to learning from the sea.
This is the night for men to study.
6. I don't know how to study hard early, but I regret learning late. (Don Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion)
7. Mechanics is like ploughing, diligence can make up for it. But if you do too many books, you will get old. (Song Liuguo Academy)
8. As soon as the half-acre square pond was opened, the sky and the moon swam away. Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source. (Song Zhuxi's reading thought)
Last night, the river was full of water, and there were a lot of boats in Meng Chong. It used to take a lot of effort to push it, but today it can move in the middle of water. (Song Zhuxi's reading thought)
10. Reading is in a hurry and swimming is interesting. You might as well let nature take its course unconsciously, but you have to think about it urgently. (Song Lu Jiuyuan "Reading")
1 1. There are not a few students who study hard, just as the meaning is unclear. Enough is enough, don't learn, enough is enough, don't learn. (Tang Hanyu's Persuasion Poetry)
2. Nalan Xingde's classic poem "Mulan Ci"
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. What's more, if you are lucky and handsome, you will do it that day.
Huanxisha
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Pick mulberry seeds
The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me. Live up to the desire for love, walk alone and sing alone.
Recently, I dare not say what happened in those days. They are all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?
Huanxisha
Who is not poor, the old season is so beautiful. Heartbroken people have been dead for years.
It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
Huanxisha
Can draw emblem cold screen. It was already midnight when Meidi fell. Nowhere is the moon bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
3. Poem about Nalan Xingde Nalan Xingde (1655- 1685): a poet in Qing Dynasty.
Formerly known as Chengde, Rong Ruo,No. Lengjiashan, a native of Zhenghuangqi, Manchuria. Son of the pearl of college students.
Kangxi Jinshi, the official to the first-class bodyguard. Good at riding and shooting, good at reading.
Ci is good at short poems, full of sentimental sentiment, and occasionally bold works. You can also write poems.
There is a chronicle. The word set is called Nalan Ci, and there is a separate book.
Together with Xu, since the Tang Dynasty, he said that all the classics are Tong Zhi Tang Jing Jie. The fortune teller is too soft to hang down and too thin to dance.
The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow. The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love.
The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think. The Complete Works of Nalan Xingde's Ci (Drinking Ci) A Nightmare Dream in the South of the Yangtze River. Who does Xiaoli hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.
Bodhisattva is very rustling, with rain and wind. It is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
I also urged the flowers to stay in the slave drum, and when I woke up, I saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.
Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.
Spring clouds blow away the curtain rain in Hunan and stick butterflies to fly. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.
A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.
Bodhisattva stopped raining every other flower, snapping his fingers and saying nothing. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.
Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes.
The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.
Linjiangxian bit by bit, the heart of a banana is about to break, and that sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books.
Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands. Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred.
Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth? Someone made an appointment last night, and Yancheng Yulu was there that night.
A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.
Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside.
Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells. Chun Qing, a beautiful young woman, only noticed that the pear blossoms were sparse and scattered.
What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other.
Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark. Seeing you again in the depths of the winding aperture, tears will tremble to people.
Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months. Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood.
Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt. The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder.
You can't talk about money when picking incense, and you can't hate it when you pick it up. The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely.
Ten years' journey and ten years' heart. Also (walking in the autumn night), there are traces of sadness everywhere, and the shadows are exposed.
The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.
The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.
Yun Song's temples are used as pillow incense, and the flower diameter leaks. Make an appointment to meet and whisper after dusk.
The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night. Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves.
Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time. The blue wet funeral has been infinitely sad recently. Who has a long talk? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in her dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing, and she couldn't remember clearly. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year."
I don't know why I got this because I didn't write a poem. After I felt it, I felt that I was born in an instant, which was too unlucky to forget when I was in the trough. Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset.
Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning.
It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday.
Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records. On the fourth day of July, it's stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of a dead woman. Dust covered the curtains. It was a miserable night.
A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate becomes boring.
Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
Nan Xiangzi wept for the dead woman, but she was silent. She only regrets the past and saves her knowledge by Dan Qing. Yingying.
You can't draw it if you are sad. Don't be too specific
Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more.
Call the rain bell at night. I felt this hatred when the dead woman died.
Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.
Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.
The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan.
It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse.
When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again.
Clear tears, confetti. Hua Lian is the most pitiful in the sky and the moon. A night is like a ring, and a night is like a sigh.
If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly. Die Lian Hua went to the place where Qingyang once folded, and walked all over the clear autumn road without saying a word.
Grass has no intention of falling into the sky, and the sound of geese is as far away as xiaoguan. I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing my dreams to the present.
How much is the journey tomorrow? It's cold and rainy on your clothes. The undergrowth of the mountain is covered with moss, which makes people feel sorry for the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee.
There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is crying. Half-life duckweed died with water, and a cold rain buried famous flowers overnight.
The soul is like a willow sponge blown to pieces, surrounding the world. Qingping is sad and anxious, and Huanghuajie is desolate.
In the dream, the anvil sound is muddy, more chaotic and more sad. Dust gives birth to swallows, but the bed keeps strings.
The wind is like a waning moon, but now it is worrying. It is windy and rainy, which is not accurate.
She leaned over and looked at the moon, the moon, the whisper, and the smell of her body. The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon.
From then on, in the late spring, when the spring comes and the sun sets, she is the only one who misses it leisurely. As a dream, it is a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones.
Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves.
Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow. Yellow leaves and green moss return to the road, where is the fragrance of powder and clothes.
The news is too heavy. I miss you very much tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain, half.
4. The longer the ancient poems about reading, the better. Reading on a Winter Night by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty shows the appreciation of children.
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
Jia Sheng by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods!
Qin Guan Qiu Ri in Northern Song Dynasty
Yue's group newly grinds glazed porcelain, which is called "Chu Ci".
Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.
On Zhao Yi's Poems in Qing Dynasty
Du Li's poems have been handed down from generation to generation, but they are not new.
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.
5. Nalan Xingde was born in Beijing on December 12th in the 11th year of Shunzhi (AD 65438 +0655+10/October 65438 +09). His father was the Pearl of the Prime Minister when Kangxi was in power, and his mother thought Roche was the fifth daughter of Prince Azig of England, and Mrs. Yipin was ordered to be executed. His family, Nalan's, belonged to Huang Zhengqi, and was one of the eight surnames of Manchu in the early Qing Dynasty, and was later called Yehenala's. Nalan Xingde's great-grandfather was named Jin Taishi, whose real name was Ye Baylor, and his younger sister Meng Gu. In the 16th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Nalan Xingde married Nurhachi and gave birth to Prince Huang Taiji. Since then, the Nalan family has a very close relationship with the royal family. Therefore, it can be said that Nalan Xingde was arranged by fate into the family of emperors and nobles when he was born, and his life was doomed to be colorful. However, perhaps it is nature's trick, and Nalanxingde is just "although it is full of prosperity, it is not too restrained." Nothing is difficult in the world, only care about wealth, wealth and poverty. Being in the halls and mansions, I often think of mountains, rivers, fish and birds. "
Nalan Xingde was born in the twelfth lunar month and was called Dong Lang as a child. He has been very talented since he was a child, and he is obsessed with reading. He learned to ride and shoot when he was a few years old, and entered imperial academy at the age of 17. He was appreciated by Xu, who made a toast to imperial academy and recommended it to his younger brother, Xu, a bachelor of cabinet and assistant minister of does. Nalan Xingde 18 years old took the township entrance examination and senior high school entrance examination in Shuntianfu. 65,438+09 years old, preparing to take the final exam, but unable to take the palace exam due to illness. In the next few years, he studied harder and worshipped Xu as a teacher. Under the guidance of a famous teacher, in two years, he presided over the compilation of a 1792 volume of "Confucian Collection-Tongzhitang Jingjie", which was appreciated by the emperor and laid the foundation for future development. He also compiled his knowledge and experience in the process of getting familiar with the classics, as well as biographical records of his classmates. In three or four years, he compiled a four-volume Collection of Miscellaneous Knowledge of Lushuiting, covering history, geography, astronomy, calendar, Buddhism, music, literature and textual research. It shows his extensive knowledge base and various hobbies.
For more stories about him, I recommend you to read the book "West Wind Alone", which I think is ok.
6. What are Su Shi's poems related to "reading"? 1. I watched "Lantang Red Candle", but my heart was long and my flame was short, and I cried to people. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Shake Qiu Ting, don't come to Wenjun for thousands of miles"
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Grass/Fu De's Gu Yuancao Farewell
3. after thinking about the past for a while, the flying catkins are ruthless and still smoke cages. _ _ _ _ Xia Wanchun's "Pruning Plums and Singing Willow"
On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness begins, and our longing reaches as far as the ocean or the sky. _ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan's "Climbing Liuzhou Tower and Sending May to Seal Four States"
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl"
6. The sunset on the screen window is fading, and no tears are seen in the golden house. _ _ _ _ Liu's "Spring Complaint"
No one has crossed the long fence, but dragonflies and butterflies are flying. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II"
8. No words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"
9. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann. Another year passed. _ _ _ _ Random thoughts on Lu You's "Going out of the fence to meet the cold in autumn".
10. Spring remains the same. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. _ _ _ _ Lu You's hairpin chicken red crisp hand
1 1. When I was in Wan Li, I was sad. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate
12. How can you beat him with three glasses and two glasses of wine? It's late in the wind. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Looking for a Slow Voice"
13. However, ask her for this song, and in the first few words, see how she held back her tears. _ _ _ _ Zhang Hu's "Gong Ci".
14. Shake hands and cry. I have been away for many years. _ _ _ _ Na Lanxingde's "Yu Zhonghao, sending Fen Liang South is also a small movie"
15. When people get old, the west wind will turn gray and butterflies will worry about the future. _ _ _ _ Zhang Kejiu's Nine-Day Laurel Award
16. There are countless grievances? Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug Recently"
17. There is nothing to worry about, just ask what dreams are like. _ _ _ _ Georgie "Chinese Valentine's Day singer Gui Guiling"
18. compassionate people shed tears and hope that she can be as eternal as rivers and flowers! _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Ai Jiang Tou
19. The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. _ _ _ _ High-quality night work
20. When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the White Gate City where I can't go. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Spring Rain
2 1. The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liuyang Strong Alcohol Meat"
22. The evening breeze in early May fell in the yard. Light clouds travel to and from the moon. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha, ji zi, Injury to Spring, Unintentional Combing"
23. The west wind blew the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiang Jun turned a lot of hair white overnight. _ _ _ _ Tang Wenru Title Caoqinghu, Longyang County
24. Tingxuan is lonely and near Qingming, with wine in the flowers and illness last year. _ _ _ _ Zhang Xian's "Qing Men Yin Chun Si"
25. Music ends in drunkenness. More like tears on Xunyang River. _ _ _ _ Zhu Dunru's "Old Yulan Liulang"
26. Sorrow is eternal, and Qinhuai has a bright moon! _ _ _ _ Sadula's The Second Dongpo Rhyme of Niannujiao Deng Shi Town
27. Teach people how not to get hurt. Feel a few degrees, the soul flies and dreams are shocked. _ _ _ _ Liu Guo "Liu Zaoqing, send Lu Meipo"
28. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and the Ming Dynasty is another year. _ _ _ _ High-quality night work
29. Flowers are everywhere, and I look back on an old friend for thousands of miles, worrying about wine. _ _ _ _ Ge Changgeng's "Water Tune Song Tou Jiang Shang Chunshanyuan"
30. My husband should not be poor enough to drink today. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Two Biedongda Poems
3 1. My husband is in my stomach, but my body is like a candle. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's "Complaining for Women"
32. The lonely boudoir is full of sadness. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Thinking of the Boudoir with Crimson Lips"
33. Spring has gone, just like the sea. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Chitose Water and Sand"
34. Now that I know what I'm worried about, I want to talk about it. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
35. Xiang Lian sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves. _ _ _ _ Jing Li's "Paving Huanxi Sand and Selling Fragrant Leaves"
36. There are 3,000 romantic poems written by Hanlin, and I sent them to Wu Ji with tears in my eyes. _ _ _ _ Liu Zhu "partridge day, snow mountain city, jade cold"
37. I want to know how much sorrow there is in the square inch, and bananas will not show lilac knots. _ _ _ _ He Zhu "Introduction to Shizhou, Early Rain and Cold"
38. The sun is setting, there is a mist among the flowers, the moon becomes very white, and people are sad and insomnia. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Three Sauvignon Blancs II
39. The wild geese gave a plaintive cry, flying from night to night, and the Tatar children had many tears to shed. An ancient battle song by Li Jie.
7. "Seeking Nalan Xingde" Nalan Xingde is one of the most famous poets in the Qing Dynasty.
His poems not only enjoyed a high reputation in the poetry circles of the Qing Dynasty, but also took Nalan Ci as the poetry circle and occupied a dazzling position in the whole literary history of China. He lived in the period of Manchu-Chinese integration; The rise and fall of his aristocratic family is related to the typicality of dynasty state affairs; As well as the attendants and emperors' yearning for plain experience, constitute a special environment and background.
In addition, his extraordinary talent makes his poetry creation present unique personality characteristics and distinctive artistic style. Nalan Xingde (1655—— 1685), formerly known as Chengde, was born in Lingjiashan, Rong Ruo, in Zhenghuangqi, Manchuria, and was a scholar in the 12th year of Kangxi.
The eldest son of Pearl, a college student. He is indifferent to fame and fortune, good at riding and shooting, good at reading and good at writing.
His words are all won by the word "truth", with sincere and strong feelings and vivid scenery. He has low intelligence, can read and recite, inherits Manchu martial arts tradition and is good at riding and shooting.
He has certain attainments in calligraphy, painting and music. In the fifteenth year of Kangxi, he was a scholar, granted a third-class bodyguard and sought a first-class promotion.
Nalan Xingde is one of the most famous poets in Qing Dynasty. His poems not only enjoyed a high reputation in the poetry circles of the Qing Dynasty, but also took Nalan Ci as the poetry circle and occupied a dazzling position in the whole literary history of China.
He lived in the period of Manchu-Chinese integration; The rise and fall of his aristocratic family is related to the typicality of dynasty state affairs; As well as the attendants and emperors' yearning for plain experience, constitute a special environment and background. In addition, his extraordinary talent makes his poetry creation present unique personality characteristics and distinctive artistic style.
Nalan Xingde (1655—— 1685), formerly known as Chengde, was born in Lingjiashan, Rong Ruo, in Zhenghuangqi, Manchuria, and was a scholar in the 12th year of Kangxi. The eldest son of Pearl, a college student.
He is indifferent to fame and fortune, good at riding and shooting, good at reading and good at writing. His words are all won by the word "truth", with sincere and strong feelings and vivid scenery.
He has low intelligence, can read and recite, inherits Manchu martial arts tradition and is good at riding and shooting. He has certain attainments in calligraphy, painting and music.
In the fifteenth year of Kangxi, he was a scholar, awarded a third-class bodyguard, sought a first-class promotion, and was the third military attache. His wife Lu, the daughter of Lu Xingzu, governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, gave a gift to a lady. After three years of marriage, his wife died. Ye Yuanli of Wujiang personally wrote an epitaph for her, then married an official and gave her a generous gift.
My concubine, Yan, was later accepted as a concubine by Shen Wan in the south of the Yangtze River, and she wrote "Choosing Dreams" and "Charming My Husband" and died. When Nalan Xingde died, he was only thirty-one years old. He was buried in Zaoshitun, west of Beijing, where "a scholar lost weight and mourned the world".
There are three sons and four daughters. A woman married a veteran Nian Gengyao.
Nalan Xingde made friends with Zhu Yizun, Gu Zhenguan, Jiang, Yan and other Han celebrities, and won a group of Han intellectuals for the Qing court to some extent. He wrote many works in his life: twenty volumes of Tong Tang Zhi Ji, four volumes of Miscellaneous Knowledge of Lushui Pavilion, and A Brief History of Linz; Set "Yi Ji Yan" 80 volumes, "Chen Liji" 38 volumes; The compilation and selection of books such as Early Collection of Modern Ci, Notes of Famous Poets, Selected Works of All Tang Poems are amazing.
Nalan Xingde is famous for his ci, with 349 existing poems, which are sad and stubborn and have a legacy of the late Tang Dynasty. The mourning poem is sincere and painful, and it is unbearable to read. Wang Guowei commented: "Nalan Xingde looks at things with the eyes of nature and expresses his feelings with the tongue of nature." Since the Northern Song Dynasty, there has been only one person.
Zhu Zumou said that "there has been no such author for 800 years", and Tan Xianyun said that "it is important to be tolerant of others, and the lyrics are sad and sad, so people have his arms". At that time, it was widely rumored that "everyone was singing water words, and several people knew Nalan's heart". "Nalan Ci" spread to foreign countries, and the North Koreans said, "Who expected to see Liu Tuntian after Xiaofeng's waning moon?"
The first place of Nalan Ci is the side hat, and the second place is drinking water, which are now collectively called Nalan Ci. Nalan Xingde was born in Beijing on December 12th in the 11th year of Shunzhi (A.D.1655,65438+1October, 19). His father was the Pearl of the Prime Minister when Emperor Kangxi was in power, and his mother felt that Roche was the fifth daughter of Prince Archie of England, and Mrs. Yipin was ordered to be executed.
His family, Nalan's, belonged to Huang Zhengqi, and was one of the eight surnames of Manchu in the early Qing Dynasty, and was later called Yehenala's. Nalan Xingde's great-grandfather was named Jin Taishi, whose real name was Ye Baylor, and his younger sister Meng Gu. In the 16th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Nalan Xingde married Nurhachi and gave birth to Prince Huang Taiji.
Since then, the Nalan family has a very close relationship with the royal family. Therefore, it can be said that Nalan Xingde was arranged by fate into the family of emperors and nobles when he was born, and his life was doomed to be colorful.
However, perhaps it is nature's trick, and Nalanxingde is just "although it is full of prosperity, it is not too restrained." Nothing is difficult in the world, only care about wealth, wealth and poverty.
Being in the halls and mansions, I often think of mountains, rivers, fish and birds. "NaLanXing DE was born in the twelfth month, when I was a child called Dong Lang. He has been very talented since he was a child, and he is obsessed with reading. He learned to ride and shoot when he was a few years old, and entered imperial academy at the age of 17. He was appreciated by Xu, who made a toast to imperial academy and recommended it to his younger brother, Xu, a bachelor of cabinet and assistant minister of does.
Nalan Xingde 18 years old took the township entrance examination and senior high school entrance examination in Shuntianfu. 65,438+09 years old, preparing to take the final exam, but unable to take the palace exam due to illness. In the next few years, he studied harder and worshipped Xu as a teacher.
Under the guidance of a famous teacher, in two years, he presided over the compilation of a 1792 volume of "Confucian Collection-Tongzhitang Jingjie", which was appreciated by the emperor and laid the foundation for future development. He also compiled his knowledge and experience in the process of getting familiar with the classics, as well as biographical records of his classmates. In three or four years, he compiled a four-volume Collection of Miscellaneous Knowledge of Lushuiting, covering history, geography, astronomy, calendar, Buddhism, music, literature and textual research.
It shows his extensive knowledge base and various hobbies. When Nalan Xingde was 22 years old, he took the Jinshi exam again and got the seventh place in Dimethyl with excellent results.
Emperor Kangxi granted him the position of third-class bodyguard, and later he was promoted to second class and then to first class. As a bodyguard around the emperor, he participated in romantic and gentle poems as a handsome and mighty military attache.
He traveled around with the emperor, was ordered to participate in important strategic reconnaissance, recited poems and translated them with the emperor, and was awarded many times for his sacred will. He is an enviable young talent, both civil and military, a trusted minister valued by the emperor, and a promising official and senior official. But as a poetic genius, he was tired of the vulgarity of officialdom and the life that followed, and had no intention of fame and fortune.
Although "in the halls and mansions, there are often thoughts of mountains and rivers and birds." His poems and essays.