Six of the most beautiful poems by Nalan Rongruo, "the first poet in the Qing Dynasty"
-01- "Huanxisha·Who reads the west wind and cools alone" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty. Who thinks that the west wind is alone and cool, the rustling yellow leaves are closed, the windows are closed, and the sun is setting in the setting sun while meditating on the past. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
-02-"Magnolia·Ancient Juejue Ci Shuyou" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty. If life is just like the first time I saw it, what happened? The autumn wind sad painted a fan. It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are half past midnight, and the rain and bells are full of tears and no regrets. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
-03-"Sauvignon Blanc·Shan Yicheng" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty. One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, where thousands of tents are lit in the dead of night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
-04-"Hua Tangchun·A pair of people from generation to generation" Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty. A pair of people from one generation to the next, fighting for each other's love, looking at each other in ecstasy but not loving each other, who will be the spring? It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
-05-"Huanxisha·Remnant Snow and Glowing Cold Painted Screen" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty. The lingering snow is shining coldly on the screen, the plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been played for the third time, and there is no one else left and the moon is dimly bright. I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak.
-06-"Poppy·Silver Bed Xiasphalt Wu Lao" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty. The asphalt on the silver bed is old, and the smell of powder is swept by autumn insects. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves. The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.