#冬日生活打卡季 #
Naranjande
Poet in the early years of the Qing Dynasty
Masterpiece "Drinking Water Collection"
At the age of seventeen, he entered the Guozi Prison and was appreciated by Xu Yuanwen, who sacrificed wine. At the age of eighteen, he passed the examination and became a gongshi the following year. In the twelfth year of the Kangxi Dynasty (1673), he missed the temple examination due to illness. In the fifteenth year of the Kangxi Dynasty (1676), he made up the temple examination, and won the seventh place in the second class of the examination. He presided over the compilation of a compilation of Confucianism, the Tongzhitang Jingxi, which was highly appreciated by the Kangxi Emperor and laid the foundation for future development.
Naran's words are won by "true", the scene is realistic and conveyed, and the style of words is "beautiful and elegant, mournful and stubborn, high and far-reaching, and unique". He is the author of "Tongzhitang Collection", "Side Hat Collection", "Drinking Water Words" and so on.
Kangxi died on May 30 (July 1, 1685) in the 24th year of the Kangxi Dynasty (1 July 1685) at the age of 30 (1 in 30 years).
Last night, in my spare time, I read some words of the famous Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Zhide, and I always felt some pity and sorrow in my heart.
After reading a few songs, although I didn't remember the last sentence, the meaning of the words was still understood, so there were always some pictures in front of my eyes, Nalan's sad chanting, and the kind of nostalgia for his deceased wife Lu Shi that Ai Ai was painfully touching me, and let my heart follow him through the heart of mourning.
When he is older, his memory is indeed not good, but his ability to understand is improved according to his life's experience, so it is better to memorize his poems than to go into his inner world and get a glimpse of his young and rich heart, with talent, backbone, affection, and ambition. Therefore, Naran's life only stopped at the age of 31, and he went to heaven to find his beloved wife! It seems like a tragedy of love, but in fact, I personally feel that it is a kind of completion of merit, and Naran's endless thoughts of his wife have touched the heavens and reunited them in heaven early.
Naran Wasde was a noble descendant of the Yehenara clan, also known as Naran, and Naran Rongruo (Sexde) was a great talent who tested both culture and martial arts in the Naran family. Here is an anecdote between Chairman Mao Zedong and Mr. Liu Yazi about Nalan's poetry.
Mr. Liu Yazi said in a poem with Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring": "Laugh more at Hu'er, Nalan Rongruo, and Yan wants to carve with great affection." Mr. Liu Yazi is also an academic, but such words as "more laughing at Hu'er and yan want to be affectionate" are really unacceptable. The Chairman asked Mr. Liu, do you really and seriously know Naran? It can be seen that Chairman Mao Zedong can be said to have read and understood Nalan's words and sentences thoroughly.
In this world, there are so many authors and readers under the banner of Naran, and various novels and lyrics are very popular. But how many people are really reading naran and writing naran carefully? Who can really read his sorrows?
At my level, I want to understand Naran even worse. This is not a simple love novel, nor is it a simple love drama, but a love story of two very talented young men and women who truly love each other and are willing to die together. The plot of the story is not complicated, the complexity is that the brilliant talent between them is beyond the reach of wensheng that we modern people expect.
The life of Prince Nalan has been pursuing the road of "holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son". Heaven gave him a prominent family lineage, a handsome appearance, and an outstanding talent, but forgot to give him a long-lasting love.
"I was shocked by the wine, and the gambling book was drunk with tea." This classic famous sentence makes us feel as if we are in it, and we see the scene of the spring wine between the flowers and grasses at that time. But I question that Heaven never creates happiness for a genius, and even if he does, his purpose is often to destroy it.
Naran once thought that the happiness of heaven could last a long time, it was to take care of their husband and wife, but the happy time lasted only three years before they were born and died. Lu's difficult birth died, giving Nalan a devastating blow that was unexpected, there was no time to say anything, this sudden departure without a farewell made Nalan's heart broken like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, mourning endlessly, leaving behind endless thoughts and sorrows, and within a few years, he also went away with his wife, leaving behind the eternal song of the Qing Dynasty, leaving an ancient chapter of love for posterity.
Naran's poems are written with a sense of truth, so that you can feel a part of his inner world from between the lines. I liked the part of his words about happiness in life, and the part of mourning his dead wife later was too tragic and sadistic to read.
Hundreds of years have passed, and Nalan and his wife must have lived a happy life in heaven under the knees of their immortal children and grandchildren, right? No matter whether it is heaven or earth, as long as you can stay together, you are the happiest.
Good morning friends!
Magnolia Order · Quasi-archaic decision-making words
If life is only like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan?
Waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable.
Lishan language strikes midnight, tears rain zero bells finally do not complain.
What a bo-wing brocade, than the wings and branches of the day wish.
Wang Yi's "Songxi Spring Step Map"
Pick mulberries
Mingyue should laugh at me and laugh at me now.
Lonely spring heart, idle alone and alone groaning.
Recently, I have been afraid to talk about the current events, and I have made up a blue placket.
The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where do the clouds go in the dream?
Pu Ru "River Color Fan Sail"
Sauvignon Blanc
A ride in the mountains, a ride in the water,
Walk towards the pass, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.
The wind is more, the snow is more,
The dream of shattering the hometown is not successful, and there is no such sound in the old garden.
Lin Shu's "Shochiku Seclusion"
Raccoon Creek Sand
Whoever reads the west wind cool alone,
Xiao Xiao huangye closed the window and meditated on the past.
Shocked by the wine Mo Spring sleep heavy,
Gambling books were poured with tea, and at that time, only the Tao was commonplace.
Zhang Gunian "Spring Colors of the Lake"
When flowers fall
The sunset who summons down the stairs, a hand of incense.
Looking back and smiling, I stood up front, always speechless, and also clinging to it.
The letter is straight without evidence, and Hugh says acacia.
Advise Yi Hao to get drunk in the red window, and when the flowers fall.
Lu Hui "Xiaoyuan Listening to Autumn"
The wind flutters have been transformed into Ping, and the mud lotus has just been silken;
Cherish don't pick a petal of incense, remember the previous life.
People have become more affectionate and thinner, and now they are really remorseful and sentimental;
When I looked back at the broken intestine, the tears stole zero.