Every family sings the words of drinking water, and Nalan knows what is on his mind.
In the Qing Dynasty, the most well-known lyricist was Nalan Rongruo.
With his talent and deep affection, he wrote many classic poems, which are still touching when we look back on them more than 300 years later.
Nalan Rongruo's 30 most beautiful poems, the so-called ten thousand years at a glance, are nothing more than that!
1. How deep is the deep love? deep mountains and sunset and deep autumn rain. - Nalan Xingde, "Butterfly Love Flowers, Out of the Stopper"
2. Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain burial flowers. ——Nalan Xingde, "Mountain Flower Seed, Barren Moss under the Forest"
3. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold place is thick. - Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries, Peach Blossoms Shame and Ruthless Death"
4. I am afraid of reunion, and I am even more speechless when I look at each other. ——Nalan Xingde, "Taicheng Road, White Wolf River is Early in Autumn"
5. Only regret the past, rely 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, "Linjiang Immortal"
7. The vast blue falls, the love in heaven and on earth. - Nalan Xingde, "Minus the Magnolia Flower and the Candle Flower Shake"
8. Even if it is a good time, it is only like this, but there is affection. - Nalan Xingde, "Youth Tour"
9. Who calls down the stairs at sunset, a handful of incense. - Nalan Xingde, "When the Flowers Fall"
10. If it is like the moon wheel is finally bright and clean, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat. - Nalan Xingde, "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
11. Thin affection turns into amorous tiredness, and the intestines are soft and broken. - Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty"
12. Don't be like a silk dream, that can be a lonely dream of the border 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 are a touch of distant peaks, cold and dissolved, just the same as the personal Qingxiao thrush. - Nalan Xingde, "Seeing Joy"
15. Silent dark will be red tear bombs. Yan Shan, the incense is still a light dream. - Nalan Xingde, "River Biography: Spring Shallow"
16. The cloister is an inch of lovesickness, and the falling moon becomes a lonely lean. - Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty, Silver Bed, Asphalt Wu Lao"
17. Because I listened to the rain of the third watch of Zisai, I remembered the midnight lights of the Red Mansion. - Nalan Xingde, "Yu Zhonghao"
18. The wind and rain consume life and death, déjà vu is only lonely, and love can't wake up. ——Nalan Xingde, "Remembering Jiangnan and Sushuanglin Zen Monastery"
19. Don't send the leisure, the first warbler and the early goose are lovesick. ——Nalan Xingde, "Linjiang Immortals, Sending Yan Sunyou"
20. The dream is cold, but the hope is Shanshan, it is Ye Feiye?—— Nalan Xingde "Qinyuan Spring, Mourning for the Dead"
21. Persuade Yi to get drunk to the red window, but you can't reach it, when the flowers fall. - Nalan Xingde, "When the Flowers Fall, Who Calls Down the Stairs at Sunset"
22. Neither fog nor smoke, when the goddess wants to come, if she asks about her career, it is a dream, but in the dream, no one knows. ——Nalan Xingde, "Jiangchengzi Yongshi"
23. With a snap of the fingers, tears are like silk, and the central and Dongfeng repatriate jade people know. - Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty, Dusk and Listening to the Horn of the City"
24. Remember when I was in Beyi, the peach blossoms and willows. ——Nalan Xingde, "Bodhisattva Barbarian, New Cold Wine Knocks on the Window Rain"
25. Leaning on the painting is silent, the shadow of the plum is dark across the red bridge, and the nepota is floating in the north wind. ——Nalan Xingde, "Looking at the South of the River, Yongxian Moon"
26. Don't have your own peach leaf crossing, flat boat, a kind of smoke and waves are worried. ——Nalan Xingde, "Nanxiangzi, Smoke and Warm Rain, First Harvest"
27. The end of the ancient leisure is returned to the sun, and the spring dream chases the gossamer. - Nalan Xingde, "Huanxi Sand"
28. I remember the most beautiful west window with cutting candles, but talking about the night rain in the mountains. ——Nalan Xingde, "Golden Wisp Song, Jiang Ximingyan Don't Give It This Gift"
29. There is always no reason for a few clutches, and you win a family and a family. ——Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty, Colorful Clouds Easy to Disperse in the Autumn Sky"
30. The moon is shallow and the light is deep, where to find the clouds in the dream. - Nalan Xingde "Picking Mulberries, Bright Moon Affectionately Should Laugh at Me"
If you are also immersed in love, read Nalan's words and feel the deep affection in love, and if you are still waiting for love, also read Nalan's words and look forward to the love in your heart.
(Material source: WeChat public account Classical Literature and Poetry)