"The Prince of Love Poems" Nalan Xingde has only been one person since the Northern Song Dynasty
"Magnolia · Nalan Xingde, a Cambodian friend of ancient Juejue Ci" Qing Dynasty·Nalan Xingde
Life If it's just the same as when we first met, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on the fan?
It's easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it's easy to change the heart of an old friend.
Lishan’s words are gone until half past midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing, but I still don’t complain.
How lucky I am to be a man in brocade, I wish I could have the same wings and branches.
If you only appreciate life as you first saw it, a short sentence is worth a thousand words. In an instant, all the indescribable complex tastes in life come to your mind, making people full of emotions. The opening sentence plays the role of guiding the whole word, and the remaining seven sentences exist to cater to this sentence. At the same time, this sentence also represents Nalan’s dream: if life could always be as sweet, as warm, and as beautiful as when we first met. What a beautiful thing it is to be affectionate and happy.
A dream is a dream after all. If it can be realized, how can it be "what is the sad autumn wind painting fan"?
"Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
p>
Mountains are one step away, and water is one step away. Walking towards the bank of Yuguan, there are thousands of lamps in the night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
Appreciation On February 15, the 21st year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Kangxi went out of Guandong on a tour to pay homage to the ancestral mausoleum of Fengtian due to the pacification of Yunnan. Nalan Xingde followed Emperor Kangxi to Yongling, Fuling, and Zhaoling to offer sacrifices, and left Shanhaiguan on the 23rd. The wind, snow, and bitter cold weather aroused Nalan's longing for Houhai's family in Shichahai, Beijing. This poem was written under this background.
Whether it is the magnificence of "Thousands of lights in the night" or the euphemism of "There is no such sound in my hometown", Nalan brings life to life on paper. This kind of beauty is a spiritual experience.
"Huanxi Sha·Remnant Snow Condensing Light on the Painted Screen" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
Remnant snow condensing on the screen and the painting is cold, the plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been played for three times, 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.
Appreciation: I am a melancholy guest in the world. With just this sentence, Nalan's sadness overflowed. This is Nalan, a passionate, affectionate, and sensitive man. Full of sorrow, he turned around and realized that he was so pitiful that even crying seemed worthless.
"Huatangchun·A pair of people from one generation to the next" Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
A pair of people from one generation to the next, competing for the best of both worlds. If we miss each other but don't love 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.
Appreciating love really makes people happy and sad. They are obviously a pair made in heaven, but they are separated from each other and feel sad secretly. Rong Ruo has always eulogized love, and every word is a sad song of love. From embarrassment to longing, from explosion to relief, the emotional fluctuations during this period are the song "Spring in the Painting Hall".
"Poppy: Walking on an Autumn Evening" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
The ground is covered with traces of sorrow and no one cares about it, and the shadows are covered with dew and dampness.
The small steps on the idle steps are even more desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang. Being so sentimental is tiring, and the twists and turns are heartbreaking.
The words on the red paper are blurred against the wall, and I recall that the hand in front of the lamp is the book of Yi.
Appreciating and reading this poem cannot help but remind people of "A Dream of Red Mansions". Walking in the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves are all over the ground, just like pieces of melancholy. Standing on the stone steps, I felt infinite desolation in my heart. Isn't this Baoyu? Which sister is this passionate young man remembering? If so, I would rather believe that he is thinking of Qingwen who willfully tore off her fan in the summer.
"Nanxiangzi·Photography for the Dead Wife" Qing Dynasty·Nalan Xingde
Crying but silently, I only regretted my past kindness.
Relying on the deep understanding of painting, it is full of sorrow and cannot be painted.
The other words are too clear, and I wake up early from a dream at midnight.
I woke up early in the morning and dreamed of it, and I cried all the rain in the night.
Appreciation Before I forget what you look like, before I grow old, I must write a poem and draw a picture for him, alternately warm and cold, just like the dawn. This should be Nalan's state of mind at the moment.
After so many years, it was time to paint a portrait of my late wife, so that I could be with her forever. Unfortunately, the painting was not yet stained, but my eyes were full of tears, and my heart was filled with countless emotions. In the end, it turned out to be "a sad picture that cannot be painted."
"Recalling Jiangnan·Reflections on Sushuanglin Zen Monastery" Nalan Xingde of Qing Dynasty
Disheartened, he has not yet become a complete monk.
Wind and rain wear away the farewell of life and death. It seems like we have known each other but we are alone, and our love cannot be awakened.
After shaking, the clear blowing is audible.
Golden well leaves are floating in Zhejiang Li, and when you hear the wind and the sound of bells, you are so lucky that you can fall in love with the city.
Appreciation: Standing alone under a familiar lamp at night, thinking about the past, I really want to be immersed in the sweet dreams of the past and never wake up. It's a pity that dreams always end when you wake up. At this time, I discovered the coldness and cruelty of reality, just like withered flowers and the sound of rain gradually falling, but no matter how you look at it, you feel lonely.