What is your biggest feeling after watching Nalan Ci ?

My biggest feeling is "jealousy of talents".

The first time I knew the name "Nalan Rongruo" was because of the Chinese textbook. There is a poem of his in the text. I now remember a few sentences in it, which are written, "A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, walking to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night" is from the poem "Sauvignon Blanc".

I had the impression that the name of this lyricist was so special, I had rarely seen a lyricist with a four-character name, and I thought that he was a lyricist of the Qing Dynasty, so it was very likely that he was a Manchu. In addition, I also think that this lyricist is so powerful, writing about the soldiers who are fighting abroad, thousands of miles away from home, and the feelings of missing their hometown, they are so delicately described. In addition, there are no other very special feelings, just Nalan Rongruo, like other lyricists, is very powerful, but there are many powerful lyricists, such as Su Dongpo, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao and the like, so it is not strange.

Later, when I read junior high school, because I was very interested in poetry, etc., I would often find some poems that sounded beautiful and felt beautiful, to copy, to read, to recite, at this time, I read "Nalan Ci", and knew all the things about Nalan Rongruo, whether it was a childhood sweetheart when I was young, or I was obsessed with Han culture such as poetry, or I didn't want to follow the office, I became the person next to the emperor by mistake, or married the daughter of the Lu family, and after marriage, the piano was harmonious, but the wife had a difficult birth during childbirth, Left alone in the world, he finally died in a different year and the same day as his wife.

After reading "Nalan Ci", I was full of emotion, such an excellent man, his short life is really a bit bumpy. He has a strong literary foundation, but his father wants him to pay attention to politics and marry a good wife, but in the end he has to watch her die. I hope that in the next life, fate will be better for him.

The biggest feeling after reading Nalan Ci is heartwarming, unforgettable after reading, and crazy thoughts. There are no ancients before Nalan words, and there is no one after them.

Sad, nostalgic, sentimental. The first time I read Nalan sexuality, it was beautiful and weak. Again, helplessly, no. In short, there is a dictionary in the words, and there is affection in the words. Affectionate species, short lifespan.

I feel too sad and sad, I always want to cry when I read Nalan Ci, but I still can't put it down and don't want to let it go.

Poets are all infatuated, the pain of death and the disease of saints, loveless and worry-free, all souls, all at ease!

The feeling is sour, inverted teeth. The feelings are delicate, but there is no momentum. Spokesperson for the resentful woman.

Xiao Xiao has a few leaves of wind and rain

It is more bitter to be separated from others.

The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the plum flute has been changed three times, and no one is in the moonlight.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

If life is only as first seen, gambling books are consumed with the fragrance of tea, at that time, it was just ordinary, a pair from generation to generation in a lifetime, ten years of traces, ten years of heart, and so on are all famous sentences.

If life stops as first seen, what is the sad wind and autumn painting fan, and so on idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable.

What makes me feel more miserable is "Magnolia Flower Order", in this poem, you can see the desolation of society, and it can also be seen that the speed of people's hearts is relatively fast.

Nalan Rongruo's words are poignant and intoxicating, such as the poem "Sauvignon Blanc", which reads, a trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, and a trip to the side of Yuguan. Thousands of tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is more, the snow is more, and the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized.

There was no such sound in the old garden. The sentence "a trip to the mountain, a trip to the water", the artistic conception of being in a foreign land and dreaming of returning to the garden is vivid, and the words are natural and true.

Sauvignon Blanc, I think this poem is very bleak, it's hard not to let people bring it in, it's very easy to be sad, you can feel the desolation at that time.

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

2.Life is just like a March flower, and I will miss it for the rest of my life. Come like flying flowers and scatter like smoke, drunk and don't know the limit of years.

3.Waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts have changed.

4.A ride to the mountains, a ride to the water. Walking towards the side of Yuguan, a thousand tents in the middle of the night.

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

6.If you are like a dream, don't have more or less, it's better not to meet.

7.If you ask if career is a dream, no one knows except in the dream.

8.I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

9.The vast blue falls, the love in heaven and on earth.

10.A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies.

11.The dark window is cold and rainy, and the light is lonely. It is expected that the situation should be exhausted, but is there any affection?

12.If you ask if career is a dream, no one knows except in the dream.

13.Mingyue should laugh at me and laugh at me now. Live up to the heart of spring, wander alone and chant alone.

14.People are affectionate and affectionate, and now they are really regretful and affectionate. When I went to the place where I looked back at my broken intestines, I stole zero tears.

15.Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun.

16.Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day.

17.only regrets the past, relying on Danqing's heavy introspection, Yingying, a sad heart can't be painted.

18.It is not a fetish to love a light appearance, and the cold place is better. Don't have roots and shoots, not the rich flowers of the world.

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

20.The west wind cuts plantains overnight, and the eyes are full of fragrant flowers and always lonely.

Nalan is as follows:

1.Floating life is like this, don't have more and less, it's better to meet nothing.

2.The wasteland is deserted, and the rain gorge is misty. Yellow soil, green pine.

3.Come and go in a hurry, ready to wait, the dawn bell is broken. At first glance, a flash of light fell, but it was against the glass fire.

4.The cold place is better, there are no roots and buds, and it is not a rich flower in the world.

5.The vast blue falls, the love in heaven and on earth.

6.March flowers, I read for a lifetime. Scattered like smoke, the years are limited.

7.A ride to the mountains, a ride to the water. Walking towards the side of Yuguan, a thousand tents in the middle of the night.

8.Stuffy with the residual lights, dark rain and empty courts. Xiaoxiao is already unbearable. That is more westerly biased, do the autumn sound.

9.Konoha has returned one after another, where is the waning moon and the wind. The news is half up and down, and there is a little lovesickness tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain, half of the west wind blows away.

10.was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.

11.Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain burial flowers. The soul is the willow that blows and wants to break, around the end of the world.

12.Spring also goes, people are painting the east of the building. The grass is green and sticky to the corner of the sky, the falling flowers are red and the water is three bows, who is the same for the good scene?

13.is about to marry a confidant, and I am afraid that both of them will have a thin life, and then they will be saved and the moon will be left in the wind. The tears are gone, and the paper is dusty.

14.The flowers are thin and jade, and the light makeup is bunched, and the powder melts and sweats lightly. Makeup only sleeps in water, April day in the south of the Yangtze River. The green shade curtain is half opened, and this scene is quiet and exquisite. The line is bamboo forest wind, and the single shirt is apricot red.

15.Life is just like a March flower, and I will miss it for the rest of my life. Come like flying flowers and scatter like smoke, drunk and don't know the limit of years.

16.If you are like a dream, don't have more or less, it's better not to meet.

17.I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

18.If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts have changed.

19.The west wind hates a lot, and it can't blow away the eyebrows.

20.Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun.

De is also crazy! By chance, Zichen Jingguo, Wuyi Gate. - Golden Wisp Song, Gift Liang Fen".

Who turned the music of the bleak music? The wind is also sluggish, the rain is also sluggish, and the lights are thin and the lights are scattered overnight. - Picking Mulberries, Who Turns the Desolate Song of Yuefu".

Who puts the ice wheel full in the sea and the sky, melancholy and parting. - Picking mulberries, who puts the ice wheel full of Haitian".

Bian Yue parted for no reason, where to send acacia in the old garden. - Remembering the Words of the People

Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is a jue. - Butterfly Love Flowers, Hard Work is the Most Pity on the Sky and the Moon".

The ancient rivers and mountains are uncertain, and in the sound of the horns, the horses come and go frequently. - Butterfly Love Flowers: Out of the Stopper

The fog window is cold to the twilight, and the twilight is to the cold window fog. - Bodhisattva Barbarian: Fog Window Cold to the Twilight of the Distant Sky

The melancholy clouds are flying, what do you know? There are no acacia flowers, empty acacia trees. - Sheng Chazi".

1.Life is just like a March flower, and I will miss it for the rest of my life. Come like flying flowers and scatter like smoke, drunk and don't know the limit of years.

2.If you are like a dream, don't have more or less, it's better not to meet.

3.I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

4.The vast blue falls, the love in heaven and on earth.

5.March flowers, I read for a lifetime. Scattered like smoke, the years are limited.

6.A ride to the mountains, a ride to the water. Walking towards the side of Yuguan, a thousand tents in the middle of the night.

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

Waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts have changed.

8.The west wind hates a lot, and it can't blow away the eyebrows.

9.Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun.

10.was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.

"Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old hearts are changeable." I like this one the most!

If life is only as first seen, it is only ordinary at that time, and the sun is set up when you meditate on the past.

The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, and the plum flute has been changed three times. There is no one in the middle of nowhere. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what is going on in tears. The sound of broken intestines recalls his life. - Huanxi Sha].