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Who reads the west wind alone cool, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves close the window, contemplating the past and standing in the sun.
Shocked by the wine Mo Chun slept heavily, gambling books dissipated the tea aroma, at that time only the Tao was commonplace.
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This poem was written for Nalan Rongruo to mourn his deceased wife Lu Shi, recalling the past days and feeling sad in his heart.
In this life, Naran was imprisoned by fate, painting the ground as a prison, miserable and desolate.
When he was young, he fell in love with his cousin Shu Mulu, but his cousin was a flag bearer, and after entering the palace draft, he became the emperor's concubine.
As soon as he entered the palace gate, he was as deep as the sea, and his cousin swallowed gold and was martyred, Nian Fang was 18, and the incense was jade.
Left Nalan with a lifetime of regret: if life is only like the first sight, what autumn wind sad painting fan.
After his cousin Yu was crushed, Nalan married the daughter of Lu Xingzu, the governor of Liangguang, which was not love, but just the words of his parents.
At that time, the Pearl of Naran was already in decline in the DPRK and needed the marriage of children to maintain his position.
But some people meet it, as if fate is predestined in the dark, there is no reason to speak of.
As a result, 20-year-old Naran Rongruo had his own home.
In the movie "This Killer Is Not Too Cold", Martinda asks Leon: Is life always so bitter? Or is it only childhood.
Leon said: Always.
In the sixteenth year of the Kangxi Dynasty, in 1677 AD, after the Lu family gave birth, he unfortunately fell ill and died.
This year, Nalan Rongruo was 23 years old, two life and death parting, grief-stricken he sat alone in the study, the sound and smile of his beloved wife's former appearance appeared in front of his eyes, and the scene flowed.
Therefore, he wrote this "Huan Xi Sha": who reads the west wind alone cool, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves close the window.
Last summer, I took a nap, and after half a day she gently woke me up and solved the puzzle with me. The afternoon sun lounged on the bookcase, and the faint scent of tea was still in her tunic.
"I was shocked by the wine Mo spring sleep heavily, gambling books to pour tea, at that time only tao was common"
And such a time, how ordinary it was at that time, remembering the time when she first entered the house, I thought of my cousin in my heart, and I did not smile at her, but she just sat silently while I was writing, boiling tea and burning incense.
Occasionally looking back at her, she only smiled faintly, and there was endless tenderness hidden under her eyes.
The misery of life is probably not being gained, having been owned, and having been lost.
Unfortunately, in Naran's 23 years of life, he has experienced it all.
As a close attendant of Kangxi, the holy grace was generous, but he did not yearn for such a life, he had poetry in his heart, a vast heaven and earth, and countless ancient scriptures.
However, those things can only be thought of and stopped, and fate has drawn a cage for him, and his life has long been circled.
"I am a pitiful guest in the world, I know what happened to the king and tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines"
After Lu's death, Nalan traveled with his friend Gu Zhenguan to relax, met Shen Wan, a talented woman in Jiangnan, thinking that she would be his salvation, and then like a moth to a fire, he plunged headlong into it, even if it was destroyed, he would also rush to a place of heaven and desolation.
Unfortunately, this love affair is only a mirror flower and water moon after all.
Shen Wan was a Han Chinese, and as a prostitute, the Naran clan could not tolerate such a person, and the Qing Dynasty could not tolerate such a marriage.
So sorry, this time, I'm going to go first.
In the twenty-fourth year of the Kangxi Dynasty, in the late spring of 1685 AD, Nalan Rongruo was ill, drunk and sighed, and 7 days later he left this human world that made him love and annoy.
At that time, Shen Wan was already pregnant, and wrote the song "Chao Yu Jie" on the occasion of grief:
Endless grumpy cries. The total religion is full of blood and tears, but also in vain.
Branches are inseparable. Peer into the moon in the sky, a few rounds.
Three lives and three lives, ten miles of peach blossoms, here withered and fell. Perhaps Naran has long known that life is bitter, and it takes countless tribulations to exchange for good fortune.
But he didn't expect that life would be so bitter.
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