Nalan Xingde, born in Lengga Mountain, was a famous poet in Qing Dynasty. His father was Na Lanmingzhu, a university student in Wuying Hall of Kangxi Dynasty, and his mother, Aisingiorro Xi, was the fifth daughter of Prince Azig of England, a lady who was ordered to be executed.
Nalan Xingde has read a lot of poetry books since he was a child. When he entered imperial academy at the age of seventeen, he was rewarded with wine and recommended to the cabinet bachelor. /kloc-at the age of 0/8, he took the Shuntianfu township examination and the senior high school entrance examination. /kloc-won the first place in the examination at the age of 0/9 and became Gong; In the 12th year of Kangxi's illness, he missed the exam, and in the 15th year of Kangxi's make-up exam, he was ranked second and seventh.
Nalan Xingde wrote Tong Tang Zhi Ji, Bian Mao Ji, Drinking Water Ci and so on. 1685 In late spring, he was ill and had a party with friends. He was drunk, sighed three times, and then he couldn't get sick. Seven days later, he died at the age of 30 in Kangxi AD 1 July 6851day.
In the 13th year of Kangxi (1674), Nalan married Lu, the daughter of Lu Xingzu, governor of Guangdong and Guangxi. In the sixteenth year of Kangxi, Lu died in childbirth, and Nalan's ci rose into the air, becoming the peak of drinking water words, which could not be surpassed by future generations, even by himself.
When Nalan Xingde was 24 years old, he compiled his own poems into a collection, called "Side Hat Collection" and wrote "Drinking Words". Later generations supplemented the two episodes, with a total of 349 songs, and compiled them into Nalan Ci. Nalan Ci handed down from ancient times enjoyed a high reputation in the society at that time and was highly praised by scholars. How many people know Nalan's heart when people say, "Everyone is singing" Thinking of Drinking Water "?" It can be seen that his words have great influence.
For a long time, Nalan Ci has been sung by later generations and passed down from generation to generation as a classic. The delicate brushwork, sad love and gentle poems of Nalan Ci are well known. Therefore, we will extract some of his most beautiful poems for in-depth analysis to understand the wonders of Nalan Ci.
Nalan's fourteen classic poems.
First of all, Sauvignon Blanc
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Second, the recent flowers
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a warning, and the evening is a decision (beside the jade). 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.
Third, 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. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Fourth, 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.
Five, Nanxiangzi-Forgetting his wife's inscription
Tears are more silent, and I no longer regret the fickle feelings of the past. I can't draw with the help of Dan Qing's emphasis on knowledge, Ying Ying, and sadness.
I can't speak clearly. I woke up early in the middle of the night. I woke up early. MUBI cried all night before the wind.
Sixth, a brief encounter.
Clouds touch distant peaks, and the cold melts like an individual's eyebrows.
Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.
Seven, meet and hate each other late.
Falling flowers are like a dream, sad and confused; The red sun set to the west of the building, and the room was filled with the smell of musk deer.
Worry is infinite, and it's gone. Who knows, teach jade cage parrots to read Lang's poems at leisure.
Eight, Zhao Jun's resentment
Who cherishes good spring and deep prohibition? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear.
Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.
Nine, Zhao Jun's resentment
The rain is wet at night, and the willow is tired and worried about the wind. The skinny can't help it, and the meeting is sad.
Don't be emotional. Now is not the time to complain. It's midnight, and the dream must come true.
Yu Meiren 10
Autumn clouds are easy to disperse, and swallows sigh. There is no reason to break up a few times and win a kiss.
Before returning to the old testament frost, you can send incense notes. It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
1 1, Huanxisha I am a melancholy guest in the world.
Residual snow condenses and gives off cold light to draw a picture.
Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying.
I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
12, Huatangchun, one generation and two people for life.
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives.
Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck.
If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
13, picking mulberry seeds, Mingyue deeply loves Ying Xiao Wo.
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.
I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar.
When the moon is shallow and the lights are deep, where can I find clouds in my dreams?
14, mountain, the wind has gone with the wind.
The wind has gone with the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root.
Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life.
People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.
Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.