If I meet you
------Nalan Xingde from afar
If I meet you, I will see all the things in this world together , Let’s continue our relationship together!
“Toil is the most pitiful for the moon in the sky. It is like a ring overnight, and it becomes a knot every night. Like the moon wheel, it is bright and clear at the end, and I will not hesitate to be warm to you in the ice and snow. There is no such thing as an easy fate Absolutely. "<
One step away from the mountains, one step away from the water, walking towards the bank of the pass, thousands of tents of lights are seen in the dark of 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. ”<
It is a pity that things in the world are not perfect. Although you once had the ambition to actively use the world, you yearn for a warm, comfortable and elegant life. The job of a guard is monotonous and restrictive, and you are tired and busy. , is far from your ambition, and you have lost your interest in "making meritorious service" and "establishing virtue." The dirty inside story of party strife in the upper political circles also makes you feel tired and want to retreat.
" The swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies. ”<
Poor, my dear, charming and tender lover, I am separated from you forever after just three years of love!
This love Already a memory of its own
Scattered mandarin ducks
The rain has stopped and it’s cool
A dream eleven years ago
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Wake up in the middle of the night, the infinite melancholy, who can say that you can only use the pen of "pure willful spirit, spotless" (Kang Zhouyi's "Hui Feng Ci Hua") Let’s write about seeing all the worldly things and not regretting parting!
Can that pure first love and endless longing be replaced by today’s mood? “If life is just like the first time we met” - that will last forever The frozen youthful face is probably covered with dust, and even those deep wrinkles make me want to take a closer look and caress them. I am afraid that it will be difficult to recognize the person who I have been thinking about day and night again after coming out of a good dream. .Life and death, love and hate - such hatred in the world has been difficult to reconcile since ancient times and is irreplaceable!
"The tears are even more silent. I only regret the past and my unrequited love, and rely on my paintings to reflect on my feelings." Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.
The other words are very clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night. <
Who will translate Yuefu’s desolate music? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have been exhausted for another night.
I don’t know what’s lingering in my arms. I’m bored when I wake up and I’m bored when I’m drunk. I never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams. (<
As passionate as you, as sincere as you!
The ancient alleys are beating more, it’s boring to wake up, and it’s boring to be drunk! The pipa cries and the flute sighs in dreams Morning. Looking at the west window with a book of poems in hand, who is reading the desolate music of Yuefu! I rested my head on the book and fell asleep for a while, but I didn’t know that in the dream, I was holding hands with the person I was dreaming about and said goodbye to Xie Qiao!
The barrier of time and space , let you and I face each other from a distance! Just like this late autumn, the same bright moon night in ancient and modern times, like "ring" and "jue" are like the jade of longing! In this era of trendy economy, I am with you in such a late night Conversation, unable to keep up with the footsteps of those who are trending, achieves nothing, just in this small room, sipping a cup and chanting softly, as if seeing you frowning and mesmerized, you can see a woman bathing in the ancient moonlight, talking to you Talking?!
If I meet you, let me become the bride you have longed for for a long time, fly out from the butterfly bush, and never let you play and sing that resentful little order again, and never let you be haggard and sad! I will go out to the green mountains with you again, drink from the streams, ride and shoot in the mountains, compose the <
If I were to meet you , let me kiss you again. The passionate young master looked at each other's eyes with tears while holding hands, and asked softly: "I miss you so much that your black hair will turn white. Is it safe for you to come after a long absence?" ”
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I burst into tears knowing what happened to you
Rong Ruo, you are a handsome young man who is the envy of the world, with a distinguished family background and amazing talents, A gentle wife, a loyal friend, a bright future, the dreams that many people have spent their whole lives pursuing, you have easily obtained them. At this point in your life, what more could you ask for? In the crazy days of Zun, you should have been full of ambition, great achievements, and achievements. However, why did you die of depression at the age of thirty-two? Rong Ruo, why have you been haggard and sad all these years? Rong Ruo, why have you been worried about Xiangfeng? I have nowhere to say it before?
Rong Ruo, you are a sad person through the ages, how many sad tears have been caused by this sad and sad volume of "Drinking Water Poems" that I can't bear to read.
Even the jewel of your powerful father, such a strong man, couldn't help but burst into tears after reading your "Drinking Words" and sighed: "This child has everything, why is he so unhappy? ”
Yes, you have status, power, wealth, and glory. Rong Ruo, why are you so unhappy? Rongruo, why are you so sad? Rongruo, you shouldn't be so sad! Rongruo, who are you sad for? Who understands your heart?
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Rongruo, maybe I, who am also a melancholy guest from the end of the world, can understand your melancholy thoughts! It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. Are these melancholy, madness, and loneliness for that woman named Xie?
Bajiao’s heart was broken, and the voice reminded her of the past. If you can't sleep without silk threads, you can sleep alone in the border town. Rongruo, is it the woman you call Xie Niang that you are thinking about and dreaming about? Rongruo, that woman named Xie Niang, what kind of elegant and refined beauty is she?
Holding your wine cup full of longing, through the mist, I looked for Xie Niang’s pretty figure between the lines of your words. "The tenderness of the water chestnut silk, the tender water of Wu Ji's eyes", she must have a worldly appearance; "the back is standing Yingying pretending to be shy, the hand moves the plum blossoms to hit the shoulder", she must have a lovely behavior; "the young and cold rogue Luo Luo" "She wears thin clothes", she must have a charming and naive character; "plays flowers, chews stamens and plays with ice strings", she must have outstanding talents; "is not obsessed with appearance, but prefers cold places" She not only has a light and delicate character The appearance, and the uniqueness that makes you appreciate it very much. It seems vaguely that in a dream, at the end of the sea, on the other side of the world, in your poems full of longing, Xie Niang, dressed in a thin shirt and with her hair in a low bun, is clearly standing singing to the wind and the moon, playing the flute.
This feeling has become a memory of its own. It was a dream eleven years ago. How deep is the love? ***You must be drunk this night. Rong Ruo, I don’t know what kind of unforgettable life you and she have experienced together, but I think you must have been extremely happy, extremely happy, and extremely intoxicated at that time. Otherwise, you won’t be so sad, heartbroken, and miserable after parting. Who wants the west wind to be cold alone? Where do you send your affection?
A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for education and ecstasy. What is so helpless is that you and she love each other, but cannot love each other. Rongruo, Rongruo, naihe, naihe, God forbids people to be crazy! No matter how talented you are, no matter how rich you are, no matter how admired you are, you can't be with her. Full of desolation, you can only use your own life to fight for the drunkenness of lovesickness. It's a pity that although this drunkenness can intoxicate the years and the mortal world, it cannot anesthetize your own heart. After you wake up from the aging wine of longing, you are still sad, haggard, sinking, and in pain. , sad...
The sky will turn sadness into sentimentality, and the beautiful soul will disappear before the sunset. Who can cherish Mother Xie after she says goodbye? Wandering around the world. The cold moon is sad, and the west wind blows thousands of miles and blows the sand on the sea. I want to put the laughter away, but the helpless face in the mirror is not the same as before. Rongruo, why are you so affectionate? Rongruo, why are you so infatuated? This paper full of drifting, this paper full of sadness, this paper full of longing, how it haggards your years, ages your soul, and devours your life.
Whoever plays the desolate music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights are exhausted for another night. I don’t know what’s lingering in my arms, I’m bored when I wake up, I’m bored when I’m drunk, I never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams. Rong Ruo, this paper full of the word "thank you", this paper full of "thank you mother", this wavering thoughts, this hopeless lovesickness, this cup of bitter liquor, finally made you use up all your energy. Passionate, cried all the last tears, endured all kinds of torture, and wrote the eternal swan song.
My tired eyes are confused at first glance, and my memory is half blurry when I read it again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the quiet window. I have exhausted all my love, how can I still say that there is no love? When the rain stops and the sycamore trees burst into tears, I recall myself from the beginning. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears.
The spring is cold and the water is cold. The words in my heart turn to gray, and my lovesickness turns to nothing. Thousands of deep feelings have gone with the wind. The dream breaks at midnight, speechless and choked. The bead curtain is rolled up, and the tears are red. Holding that sentiment in hand, I looked at the people here. The moon between the two eyebrows is like a hook, and the good times are like a dream. Who can ask, who can listen: Where is Rong Ruo? Where is Mother Xie? Looking back on the past, how can we feel so embarrassed? Why is it so embarrassing?
This feeling has become a memory of its own
What would be your first reaction if I mentioned Rong Ruo?
I think you might say: "Life is just like a March flower."
I don’t agree with this statement. Rongruo’s life was not ordinary. He has experienced all kinds of emotions in the world, and he has the boldness and freedom of his youth: "There is no fixed distance between ancient and modern rivers and mountains. Amid the sound of horns, herding horses come and go frequently."; He has enjoyed the time with his beloved. of sweetness. I think the best memory in Rong Ruo's life is probably the time spent with Meng Fu. "Best in cold places. Without roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world." He once described Meng Fu like this, this fairy-like woman, she is as elegant as a lotus and as gentle as the breeze. Closing my eyes, I seemed to see the scene in Coral Pavilion when she and Rongruo were reciting poems together. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they feel sad. Outside the window, the moon fills the garden, the flowers fill the shade, and the breeze weaves the painted screen. Everything is so beautiful. However, she is as beautiful as a floating cloud, and her stay is short-lived.
After experiencing the separation from Meng Fu, Rong Ruo was so melancholy that he wrote poems every day, and each sentence was a reflection of his longing for Meng Fu. "It's boring to wake up, and it's boring to be drunk." bridge". This separation was such a blow to Rongruo that he was unable to escape the confinement of melancholy in the days to come.
With his tears, the pain was integrated bit by bit into "Drinking Water Ci". To this day, I can still feel the bone-breaking pain when I read "Drinking Water Ci", and it has not faded away after a hundred years.
Perhaps before meeting Mengfu, Rongruo's life was dull, like spring flowers in March, beautiful but not ostentatious. Rong Ruo as a boy, whether holding a bow and arrow, riding a galloping horse, or holding a book in the flower thatched cottage and reading alone, is so gorgeous, as gorgeous as spring< /p>
Flowers. Nalan is different from other poets. Rong Ruo, who has not experienced failure, is a little less Du Fu's melancholy mood of "life is like a dream, and one statue still shines like a moon on the river" when he didn't meet his talent.
It is a little more refreshing and elegant. . That's what I like. It's a pity that "it's natural to hate the water forever", and everything in life is unsatisfactory.
Ninety-nine times, I feel sorry for him and feel that his fate is so unfortunate. That carefree young man will never come back. Now I can only look for his
shadow in poetry.