What s the most beautiful poem you ve ever read about Nalan Xingde?

Sauvignon Blanc: A dream of a broken hometown can't come true.

A ride to the mountains, a ride to the water.

Walking towards the side of Yuguan.

Thousands of tent lights in the middle of the night.

The wind is changing, and the snow is changing.

The dream of a broken hometown cannot come true.

There was no such sound in the old garden.

Nalan Rongruo's "Sauvignon Blanc".

Speaking of which, this poem is not poignant, but it is full of affection. When it comes to Sauvignon Blanc, since Li Taibai's swan song, there is no one before or after. It's just that I love Nalan more.

It doesn't matter if it's a preference for Nalan, or if you really like this song. The first thing that struck me was "Sauvignon Blanc".

On February 15, the 21st year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, Kangxi went out of the eastern part of the country to pay tribute to the tomb of the ancestors because of the pacification of Yunnan. Nalan Xingde followed Emperor Kangxi Yongling, Fuling, and Zhaoling to pay tribute, and went out of Shanhaiguan on the 23rd. Stuffed with wind and snow, the bitter cold weather triggered Nalan's longing for the Houhai family in Shichahai, Beijing, and this poem was written in this context.

The wind and snow are all nights, and the happiest thing is the reunion of the family. But at this time, Nalan was camping outside the Saiwai, in the dead of night, full of wind and snow, and his mood was very different. The road is far away, it is difficult to complain, tossing and turning, and I can't sleep. "The dream of a broken hometown can't come true" can be said to be a matter of course.

Whether it is the magnificence of "a thousand tent lamps in the middle of the night" or the euphemism of "there is no sound in the old garden", Nalan will be active on paper, and this beauty is a spiritual experience. And what I like the most is that when I read it word by word, there is the richness of folk songs and the beauty of poetry. Like a hibiscus out of the water, it is also like a nightshade, and when the wind comes, the fragrance reverberates night after night.

Poppy Autumn Evening Walk:

The sorrow is full of no one and no one is provincial, and the dew is wet and shadowy.

The idle rank is small and desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

Thin affection turns into amorous tiredness, and the intestines are soft.

The red note is blurred to the wall, and the hand is written in front of the lamp.

Nalan Rongruo's "Poppy Beauty: Autumn and Sunset Walk".

Reading this poem, one can't help but think of "Dream of Red Mansions".

Walking through the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves are all over the ground, like a piece of melancholy. Standing on the stone steps, infinite desolation is born in my heart. Isn't this Baoyu? Which sister is this amorous son remembering?

If so, I'd rather believe that at the moment he was thinking about Qingwen who was willful and tearing fans in the summer.

is like what he wrote in "Hibiscus Daughter", "In the red silk tent, the son is deeply loved; I believe that in the loess ridge, my daughter's life is thin! Nalan sighed, is he also such a caring person?

What I love is the last sentence: "The red note is blurred to the wall, and the hand in front of the memory lamp is Yishu." "I wrote in front of the lamp with her back then, and the past is refreshed.

The night was cold and dewy, and he wrote a psalm for her. Nalan's good words seem to be hidden in trivial things, and with a faint sentence, the love between the two is about to come out.

Those little things in love are affectionate when you think about them.

Poppies. Spring love is only to the pear blossoms are thin, and the pieces are scattered. The sunset is close to dusk, but there are still unsummoned spirits in the world.

Don't dream of silver paper when the sentence, dense and concentric. For Yi to judge the dreamer, Suo Xiang painted the picture to call the truth.

Whoever reads the west wind is cold alone.

Xiao Xiao Huang Ye closed the window.

Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun.

was shocked by the wine, and slept heavily.

Gambling books are spilled with the fragrance of tea.

It was just ordinary at the time.

is not a rich flower in the world, it shows how helpless he is, he can't get used to all the deceit in the world, but he was born in the prime minister's house, he may be the darling of God, God reluctantly let him stay in the dirty world for too long, so he took him away early. Like crystal white snow, white and flawless, it is destined for his short and beautiful life.

The cloister is an inch of lovesickness, the falling moon becomes a lonely lean, the back lamp and the moon are in the shade, it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart....

It doesn't matter if you don't get long. It is necessary to will, the Milky Way will be pulled in, and the whole world will be washed. Lin Ge taught to keep the powder, laughing and returning to the clothes. Those who are like this, ancient and modern, can be few.

Painting Tang Chun, a lifetime generation of a couple.

Qing · Nalan Xingde.

A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day. The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea. If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the falling plum flute has been three watches, and no one is in the moon.

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.

Come like flying flowers and scatter like smoke, drunk and don't know the limit of years. I think this sentence is good, but I can't say it well.

If a person drinks water, he knows his own warmth and coldness...

Duckweed wandering has no roots, and the wanderer of the world does not ask.

At that time, it was just ordinary. Just need this sentence, no need to say more, full of memories.

1.If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan, and so on idle changes but the hearts of the people, but the people of the people are changeable.

2.A couple for a lifetime, half drunk, half awake and half floating.

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.Sad Mo Yu, remember the flag pavilion that day, the water was scattered, and the wine blocked the wind.

5.Life is just like a March flower, pouring my whole life thoughts, coming like flying flowers and scattering like smoke, drunk and not knowing the limit of years.

6.The intestine is broken and the moon is bright and red cardamom, the moon is like that time, and the person is like that time?

7.I don't know what is lingering, I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I am drunk, and I have never been to Xie Qiao in my dreams.

8.Dark memories are like dreams, and dreams must be kept.

9.Life must be happy, do you know? It is easy to have two sideburns.

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

11.The handshake of the west wind does not dry the tears, and there are many partings over the years.

12.The faint faint delicate flowers are wet and want to flow, and the veined light shadow is sad all the time.

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

14.I am a melancholy guest in the world, recalling my life in the sound of broken bowels.

15.Thousands of stacks of mountains and rivers, where you are tired of traveling, do you know if the small window is red candles, and the night is desolate.

16.When they meet, they are silent, a hibiscus is in the autumn rain, a small halo is red and the tide is red, and the heart of the slanting beard is only a phoenix.

17.Looking at it in sorrow, a good day and a good night, I know that it is all sad.

18.The peach roots and peach leaves will eventually stay together, accompanied by diligence and double residence of mandarin ducks.

19.A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, and a trip to the side of Yuguan.

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

21.Prosperity is like a dream, there is no basis, where in the world to ask amorous.

22.Now it is, the burn marks are all gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered.

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

24.There have always been countless grievances? Iron Horse Jingo, Qingzuka Dusk Road.

25.The end of the ancient leisure is returned, and a spring dream is chasing the gossamer.

26.The crows are exhausted, who is Xiaoli's hatred? The rapid snow turned over the incense pavilion, the breeze blew to the gall bottle plum, and the heart word has turned into ashes.

27.Infinite sorrow, exhaustion, who knows? Teach the jade cage parrot to read Lang poems.

28.The mountains and rivers are far away, the wild geese are annoyed, the wild geese are annoyed, and the jade between the eyebrows is cold.

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

30.The bright moon should laugh at me, laugh at me now, live up to the spring heart, wander alone and groan alone, recently afraid to talk about current events, knotted all over the orchid, the moon is shallow and the light is deep, where to find the clouds in the dream?

31.The residual lamp is extinguished, the smoke is cold, accompanied by only a lonely shadow, and the judgment is drunk and drunk to clear the bottle, in order to ask who is the eye-catching person in the world, it is rare to meet the wine between the flowers, drink the empty scratch the head, and always pay drunk to sleep, only afraid that when you wake up, you will still go to the bottle.

32.Who puts the ice wheel full in the sea and sky, melancholy and parting, don't say that it is loveless, but there are always tears on the good night, and they should only see each other again, that is this life, but in this life, when I was just sad, I remembered Qing.

33.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 the king is crying, and the sound of broken intestines recalls his life.

—Nalan Sex.

1, Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc: A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of the broken hometown is not a key draft, and there is no sound in the old garden.

2, Nalan sex manuscript filial piety "Huanxi Sha, who reads the west wind is cool alone": who reads the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes and touches the window, pondering the past and setting up the remnant sun. 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.

3, Nalan Xingde's "Painting Hall Spring, One Pair from Generation to Generation": One pair from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day. The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.