Wang Guowei once commented on Nalan Rongruo that after the Tang and Song Dynasties, only his sentence "A Thousand Tents of Lights in the Deep Night" was comparable in artistic conception to Li Du's poems, such as "The river flows day and night", " The bright moon shines on the snow.” Nalan Rongruo's poetry skills in Xiaoling are exquisite and profound, so Wang Guowei called his poetry "the only one since the Northern Song Dynasty".
But his life may not be summed up in one word. His life was both short and long. He was both the first poet of the Qing Dynasty and the eldest son of the Mingzhu family... His multiple identities did not seem to exclude him. He has experienced so much joy and sorrow in his life that he doesn't know how to explain it in words. Perhaps, only the emotions hidden in his poems can be fully expressed! 01 "Huanxisha·The remaining snow is shining on the cold painted screen"
The remaining snow is shining on the cold painted screen, the plum blossoms are falling and the flute has been played for three times, and the moon is dimly lit when there is no one left.
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.
The afterglow of the remaining snow shines on the screen with landscape paintings, giving off bursts of chill. It was already the third watch, but the flute sound of "Plum Blossoms Falling" came from the distance. In the dead of night, people suddenly recalled the past, and the moonlight seemed hazy even in no-one's place.
I am a sad passer-by in the world, with a miserable life experience, but I know why you are bursting with tears. I am afraid that in the heart-broken flute, I recall every bit of my life, sad. Don't worry!
This is Nalan Rongruo’s lament that he hurt his life because of flute music. There seem to be opposite subjects in these two sentences. One is the "I" who "I am a melancholy guest in the world", and the other is the king who "knows what happened to you and burst into tears." Judging from the meaning of the words, it should be more of a secret emotion alone, rather than a face-to-face conversation between friends. Therefore, this "jun" refers to Rong Ruo himself. When a person is tired, tired, suffering, or hurt, he can't help but talk to himself, feel sorry for himself, and ask himself questions. What's more, Nalan Rongruo is such a sincere person. . 02 "Hua Tangchun·A pair of people from one generation to the next"
A pair of people from one generation to the next, fighting for the ecstasy of two places. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It is easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run across the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
A pair of people are obviously made for each other, but they must be separated in two places, each in ecstasy and longing for the other. They spend a hundred years in one day like ordinary people, and they also grow old in ten minutes like ordinary people. Even if the orioles fly in the north of Hebei, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, the mountains and mountains sink, and the waves in the vast sea are just a changing world, not a life that actually happened. Thousands of splendid things are nothing more than external things, and they concern thousands of people in the world, but they are not related to you and me. Looking at the spring scenery every year, I really don’t know who they come for? I don’t know who God created this beautiful youth for!
It is not difficult to meet Lanqiao. What is difficult is that even if there is an elixir of immortality, we cannot fly into the moon palace to meet her like Chang'e did. If we could cross the Milky Way to reunite like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, we would be willing to give up our glory and wealth. 03 "Yu Zhonghao·Going up to the small building alone with the setting sun on my back"
Going up to the small building alone with the setting sun on my back, whose jade flute sounds so quiet. A row of white geese is far away in the sky at dusk, and the ground is covered with yellow flowers.
In the preface of the Jing Festival, I sigh at the ups and downs, and the flowers are like dream water flowing eastward. Things in the world are depressing, so don’t ask Hengtang about your old travels.
When we watch a movie, we feel happy, angry, sad, worried, and anxious as the plot develops. In fact, when we calm down and think about it, we also know that these stories have long been fixed in the film. Just like Nalan Rongruo, sometimes he is like a character in a movie who suddenly has a flash of inspiration: Hey, I am not just a movie character, am I?
But after all, everything in the world is sad, and the ground is full of yellow flowers. Don't ask Jiang Nan about the current situation of your friends! Of course, this is an irony, but what it actually means is: Old friends from the south, you see, I have so many things to worry about, but I still miss you very much! 04 "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountains"
A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand tents of lights in the middle of the night.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
After traveling through mountains and rivers one journey after another, the soldiers marched non-stop towards Shanhaiguan. The night was already deep, and thousands of tents were lit with lights. < /p>
There is no such continuous noise of wind and snow in my hometown, and of course I can fall asleep soundly; but in this bitter cold place, how can it compare to the beautiful Kyoto, and besides, it is a camping night with a blizzard. Coupled with the heavy coercion of hometown, it is even more difficult to fall asleep. 05 "Nanxiangzi·Photograph for the Dead Wife"
I shed tears but silently, only regretting my past kindness. Relying on the heavy reflection of the painting, it is full of sadness and cannot be painted.
The other words are so clear that 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.
Tears flowed down but I cried silently. I just regretted not cherishing your deep love in the past. I want to reunite with you through painting, but my eyes are blurred with tears, my heart is broken and my heart is broken, and I cannot paint your appearance.
It is natural to feel sad when seeing things and missing people, let alone facing portraits showing faces and smiling faces. Although we shared the same bed and pillow when we were alive, we were separated by death. Today, I see that handsome face and full eyes again through the portrait. How can I not be heartbroken?
The parting words are still clearly in my ears, and the sweet dream of flying together was awakened for no reason in the middle of the night. You have woken up early, but I am still in my dream, crying all the time and hearing the sound of rain, wind and bells until dawn. 06 "Poppy Poppy"
The silver bed is covered with asphalt and the old man is asphalt. 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 one. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
The sycamore trees beside the well gradually grow old in the pattering autumn wind and rain, and the traces of the loved one slowly disappear in the chirping of crickets. The place where the loved one passed is now deserted and covered with moss. At this time, I revisited the old place. Even if I found the jade headdress left by the beauty, I couldn't express it to anyone, I could only feel sad for myself.
The corridor has left many traces of deep lovesickness, but now that I revisit the old place, my lovesickness turns to ashes. Leaning alone in the corridor, only the setting moon in the sky keeps me company. Blow out the lights, approach the shades of flowers under the moonlight, and look for traces of the past. The traces of ten years ago are still there, and the heart of ten years ago is still beating in my chest. Time goes by, the years are ruthless, and the emotions buried in the heart remain fresh and unforgettable.
Nalan Rongruo walked to the place where his lover once passed, where the moss-marked green grass was already desolate. He accidentally found the green jade hairpin she had worn among the grass, and felt infinite sadness in his heart but nothing to express. Why can't I express my regret? It is faintly revealed that the person mourning in this word is not Lu, but Rong Ruo's childhood sweetheart. Only in this way can I feel the unspeakable regret of losing the green leaves.
But ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the lovers wrapped in the soft moonlight are no longer the lovers who were cuddling together in the past.