Nalan Rongruo s classic poetry appreciation, Nalan Rongruo s classic poems

Sauvignon Blanc. A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is more, the snow is more, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

During Nalan Xingde's tenure as a guard, he followed Kangxi on patrol many times and was very favored. In the early spring of the twenty-first year of Kangxi, Nalan Xingde went to Shengjing (Shenyang) outside Shanhaiguan with the imperial car. On the way, he wrote this word, which made a masterpiece describing the homesickness of the border army during their journey.

Write the landscape itinerary on the run. Climbing all the way up the mountains and wading through the water, the saddle horse is tired, and the destination is only on the side of Yuguan. In the cold season, the desolate place, the camp tent under the dome of thousands of feet, looks like the stars have landed, and it is unusually bright.

Such a magnificent scene, only from the words "a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night", we can experience the same.

Xia Yan undertakes "a thousand tent lamps in the middle of the night" and continues to write "night", with a natural transition. Late at night, the poet still couldn't sleep, the wind and snow were blowing, one after another, it was really noisy. After all, the scene is lyrical.

The writer was a guard, and he worked on a saddle horse all his life. On the way out of the traffic jam with the rapid wind and snow, the long-term sound of wind and snow outside the tent evokes endless thoughts about the "old garden" and the warmth of home.

Another important feature of this poem is the beauty of neat symmetry. That.

Second, on the last run, emphasizing the "body", the body is tired during the trip. "The 'body' is going to the side of Yuguan", and the "body" is in **? The author has passed through lofty mountains, large rivers and small rivers, outside the Shanhai Pass, through many places, in short, on the journey, in the tent of the barracks.

How many of them are a last resort! It is really "in Cao Ying, and the heart is in Han", leaving endless space for imagination and aftertaste; In the next step, the "heart" is emphasized, and the heart is so bitter when it is difficult to sleep. In such harsh climatic conditions, even a homesick dream is not easy to do.

The heart is so hard, it is a reasonable continuation of the body is tired. That.

3. On the last page, whether it is the landscape or the lights, it is important to write what you see and write visually; In the next step, whether it is wind or snow, it is important to write about what you hear and what you hear. "There is no such sound in the old garden", so what is it? Of course, it is warm, nostalgic sweetness and warmth. That.

Fourth, on the last side, from the big picture, pave the way to this place in the journey, from day to night, in this place in the tens of millions of lights. The emphasis is on writing and expressing the external impression of time and space;

Nalan Rongruo's classic poems are as follows:1. How deep is the love? The sunset in the mountains is shining in the deep autumn rain. - Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Out of the Stopper".

2. Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain to bury the famous flowers. - Nalan Xingde, "Mountain Flower Seed, Barren Moss Dao Yun Family under the Forest".

3. Not as good as Hibiscus, a cold place. - Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries and Peach Blossoms Shamefully Die a Ruthless Death".

4. I am only afraid of reunion, and I am even more speechless when I look at each other. - Nalan Xingde, "Taicheng Road, White Wolf Hebei Autumn is Early".

5. Only regret to the past, relying on Danqing to re-examine knowledge, Yingying, a sad painting can't be made. - Nalan Xingde, "Nanxiangzi, Inscription for the Dead Woman".

6. Sleepy and old books. The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar. - Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Immortal".

7. The vast blue falls, the love in heaven and on earth. - Nalan Xingde's "Minus Magnolia Flower Candle Flower Shake Shadow".

8. The good times are only as good as this, but there is only affection. - Nalan Xingde's "Youth Tour".

9. Who calls down the stairs at sunset and holds the incense. - Nalan Xingde, "When the Flowers Fall".

10. If it is like the moon ring is finally bright, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat. - Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

11. Thin affection turns into affectionate tiredness, and the intestines are crushed. - Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty".

12, don't be like a silk dream, that can be a lonely pillow base and dream side city. - Nalan Xingde, "Yu Zhonghao".

13. Whoever is sick is also ashamed. - Nalan Xingde, "Waves and Sands, Night Rain Makes Autumn".

14, the slight clouds touch the distant peak, cold dissolve and talk slowly, just with the personal Qingxiao thrush with the disturbance front. - Nalan Xingde's "Seeing Joy".

15, wordless dark will be red tears. Yan Shan, the incense is still a light dream. - Nalan Xingde, "River Biography: Spring Shallow".

Nalan Rongruo's classic poems are as follows:1. If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. - Mulan Words, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends

2, Mingyue should laugh at me affectionately, laugh at me now, live up to the heart of spring, and sing alone alone. - Picking Mulberries

3. I was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were so fragrant that the tea was splashed, which was only ordinary at that time. - Huanxi Sand".

4. One generation and one pair in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky? - Painting Hall Spring".

5. The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. - Poppy

6. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden. Sauvignon Blanc.

7. How deep is the love? The sunset in the mountains is shining in the deep autumn rain. - Butterfly Loves Flowers

8. How much hatred the west wind has, it can't blow away the eyebrows. - Linjiang Immortal".

9. Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, and the night is like a ring, and the night is a jue. - Butterfly Loves Flowers

10, love him Mingyue is good, and haggard is also related. - Linjiang Immortal".

11. The rapid snow turned over the incense pavilion, and the breeze blew to the gall bottle plum, and the heart word has turned into ashes. - Dream Jiangnan".

1. Always don't be in the right situation, and you need to be clear. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Shengchazi Melancholy Colorful Clouds Flying".

Translation: It was that year when I said goodbye to my friends, I still remember this kind of disadvantages, and I have a feeling of sadness, but now that I think about it, I can't tell you and I can't explain this sadness in my heart.

2. A pair of people from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Painting Tang Spring, One Generation, One Couple".

Translation: A pair made in heaven and earth will live a lifetime, but in the end, things backfired, but there was a situation where Lao Yan flew apart, and the two places were separated.

3. The intestine is broken and the moon is bright red cardamom, the moon is like that time, and the person is like that time? - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Sideburns and Pine Order, Pillow Hanxiang".

Translation: On the night of the full moon, I remembered the previous meeting under the moon, and I don't know how the current person is doing.

4, I was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were so fragrant that the tea was splashed, which was only ordinary at that time. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Huanxi Sha, Who Reads the West Wind and Cools Alone".

Translation: I also remembered with my former friends that I used to drink and gamble together, and it happened that this spring was a good scenery, such a beautiful thing, now it is really more difficult than climbing to the sky.

5. The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Poppy Beauty, Silver Bed, Asphalt Wu Lao".

6. Recall what is the most ecstatic, the first folding technique to draw Luo skirt. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Poppy Beauty: Qu Lang Meets Again in the Depths".

Translation: In the quiet night, it is very lonely, desolate and lonely, and what I am most afraid of is thinking of you, remembering the scene of splashing ink and painting Luo skirt with you at that time, and I am still lovesick.

7. The dream of the skirt is intermittently difficult. The west wind hates a lot, and it can't blow away the eyebrows. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Linjiang Immortal, Han Willow".

Translation: In my dream, I remembered the scene of the year, but the beautiful dream was easy to break, and I also wanted to send the sorrow to the autumn wind, but I couldn't, and the strong autumn wind couldn't blow away the sorrow in my heart.

8, I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what is going on in tears. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Huanxi Sand, Remnant Snow Condensing Light Cold Painting Screen".

Translation: I chatted with a passer-by for a while, and his life was desolate, and after knowing these things, he was also very sad, and it hurt so much that it was difficult to open his heart.

9, the curtain shadow peach people have gone, and the scars and moss trails are empty. —Rent and Blind—Qing Nalan Rongruo's "Huanxi Sha, Rain Break, Wutong Tears".

Translation: No matter how good the scenery is, my friend still leaves, and I miss him every day.

10. The bead curtain is four rolls of the moon. Dark memories are like dreams, and dreams must be kept. - Qing Nalan Rongruo, "Waves and Sands, Night Rain Makes Autumn".

Translation: Roll up the beaded curtains, let the moonlight shine in, and think of the days when we were together, and it is like a dream, and there is a dream to redeem it, but I can't keep it.

Nalan Rongruo's most famous poems are as follows:

1, "Magnolia Flowers, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends".

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

2, "Golden Wisp Song Gift to Liang Fen".

De is also crazy. By chance, the dust of the capital country, the Wuyi door. There is wine but pouring Zhaozhou soil, who will be born with this intention. He did not believe and became a confidant. The blue-eyed singing is not old, and he is in front of the respect and wipes away the tears of the heroes. You don't see, the moon is like water.

The monarch must be drunk this night. And by him, the moth eyebrows are rumored, and the ancient and modern are the same. The life experience is long, why ask, sneering and putting it away. Lasoo Que thought about it and repented from the beginning. One day, the heart is in a thousand catastrophes, and the fate of the body is afraid of his life. However, the promise is heavy, and you must remember.

3, "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Hard Work and Pity the Sky and the Moon".

Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is a jue.

If it is like the moon ring is finally bright and clean, it is hot to give up the ice and snow.

Without that dust, it is easy to die, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said.

Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly.

4, "Wheel Early Water Tune Song Title West Mountain Leaking Autumn Cool Picture".

The empty mountains are quiet, and the shadows of the water and the moon are sinking. Leisurely outside the realm, no dust is allowed to invade. In the evening of the year, I remember the place where I once traveled, and I still remember the half-pole oblique photo, a touch of sparse forest. In the top thatched hermitage, the old man is groaning alone.

Tin in the clouds, fishing in the stream, and piano in the stream. In this life, there are a few taels of clogs, who knows the heart of lying down? Quasi-planning to return by the wind, looking back at Huai'an by mistake, when will he throw a hairpin. Cloth socks and green shoes about, but to draw a picture.