Love is naturally strong in the depths. How can you bear it when you feel strong? There is no complaint in the depths, but what can you expect in the vicissitudes of life? What do you mean?

There are countless words in my heart, and the feeling of endless words is getting stronger and stronger. Needless to say, it is also very clear.

This sentence describes the emotional state between men and women, which is very tacit and infatuated. I don't need words, but you have understood what I haven't said yet. This feeling is very precious.

When you love deeply, you will be reluctant to part with it. There is no resentment, but what can you expect from vicissitudes of life? Explain that the parties don't complain, and they can't get anything from the vicissitudes of life, only love.

In the mountains in autumn, under the lights of distant towns, I endured hopeless waiting.

We should not only walk in the miserable July sun, but also sing and dance against the wind in the open fields, and outline life in the sunset of the border town.

When the outline of two rows of tall poplars sank quietly in the dying twilight, I looked back at you heartbroken, but when I quietly bowed my head and continued on my way, I suddenly realized that there was nothing in the depths of sadness, loneliness in the depths, and vicissitudes in poverty.

The general content of this sentence is Nalan Xingde, an untitled poet in Qing Dynasty.

Untitled (III) —— The poet Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

The past is like smoke, and it is hard to stay in the dream. Your words are like the pain of acacia, and my sigh is like parting sorrow. I feel strong. How can I bear it? When I feel deeply, I have no reason to complain. The lonely shadow of the moon should be lonely and ask you where the way home is.

The smoke-like past has just stopped in the dream, and the one that haunts her heart is hard to retain. He said he was lovesick and depressed, and she lamented the discrete sadness. How can you bear to give up your artistic conception?

Deep feelings, no complaints. Although the moonlight is bright, lonely shadows should only be lonely. I just want to ask where the way back is.

Extended data:

Nalan Xingde has read a lot of poetry books since he was a child. He/Kloc-entered imperial academy at the age of 0/7 and was appreciated by Xu, so he was invited to drink. /kloc-at the age of 0/8, he took the senior high school entrance examination and became Gong the following year. In the 12th year of Kangxi (1673), he was absent from the palace due to illness.

In the 15th year of Kangxi (1676), he was awarded the seventh place in the palace examination and was born a scholar. Nalan Xingde once worshipped Xu as a teacher. In two years, he presided over the compilation of a Confucian anthology, Tong Zhi Tang Shi, which won the appreciation of Emperor Kangxi and laid the foundation for future development.

Nalan Xingde died on May 30th, 24th year of Kangxi (June 65438+ July 1, 65438), at the age of thirty (a nominal age).

Nalanxingde's ci wins with "truth", and the scenery is vivid and vivid. The style of his ci is "beautiful and graceful, sad and stubborn, elegant and far-reaching, unique" He is the author of Tong Tang Zhi Ji, Fang Mao Ji and Shui Shui Ci.

Information link: Baidu Encyclopedia-Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty poet)