Three poems of Naran Sex De Chongyang Love Words: People say that this day is heavy yang, and dusk is infinitely thoughtful
"I will not be able to go, and the autumn color line will be difficult."
Liuqu Ping Mountain Deep Courtyard. It's a rainy day.
The rain and sun hedges are fragrant, and people say that the sun is shining on this day.
Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, the dusk is infinitely thoughtful. "Qing Dynasty Nalan Rongruo," Qing Ping Le Will Not Go Away
Naranjod remarried three years after his wife's death. He was 26 years old.
Since his wife suddenly died of a postpartum illness three years ago, Naran was deeply saddened and hated not being able to go with her. However, as the eldest son of the Pearl House, he had no right or ability to do so, not to mention that his wife still had a child, and although he was heartbroken, as a son of an aristocrat, he could not refuse to take an important position, the royal guard.
He and his newly married second wife had a brief and sweet period of love, and this noble lady of the Guarjia clan, who was the opposite of the Naran family, would not be too old, and she had a kind of youthfulness in herself. The guilt and longing for the ex-wife was somewhat transferred to the bride. But in the daily life of getting along, there is gradually a side of not much harmony. There is nothing wrong with each other, but they also respect each other like ice. 、
One place in his heart was empty, even in this rich courtyard, the beautiful pavilion of Liuqu Ping Shan.
Liuqu Ping Shan is a landscape screen in a women's boudoir. Such a splendid and warm courtyard, why does Naran Zhide feel cold in the depths of autumn? Because this used to be where my ex-wife lived. He tries to keep these, it is an inseparable attachment and nostalgia.
Moreover, three days before the Chongyang Festival in the year of his wife's death, he once dreamed to Naran Zhide, saying that he would always guard him like the autumn moon. This incident left a deep mark on Naranjand's heart. Even after remarrying, he would leave the three major days of the Tanabata Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Chongyang Festival to his deceased wife.
He returned here on official business.
There is a lot of sorrow lingering, and the autumn color is so dark that gradually even autumn is leaving. Autumn in the north, if there is a good day, it is around the Chongyang Festival, the sky is high and refreshing, clear and refreshing, but if there is wind and rain, it is another matter, the cold air is compelling, making people feel winter.
Naran Sex de practiced the agreement with his wife, and before the Chongyang Festival, he stayed here in order to dream of her. It's just that these days the wind and rain are heavy, the building is cold, and the soul dream is difficult to stay.
At dusk, the rain stopped, and the chrysanthemums in the courtyard opened with rain. Naran Zhide clearly knew that today was Chongyang, so why should he use the phrase, "People say that this day is Chongyang"? In fact, this day is quite important to him, but it is precisely because of the importance that he has a little confusion, will she come back at night?
Chongyang is a day with a wide range of connotations, and it also carries a long-lasting emotional meaning. Naran, who had suddenly lost his lover, had been mad to the point that he was willing to believe all the legends of the meeting of the souls for a long time. I'm saying I'm willing to believe.
But reality and the soul are as wide a distance as the sea, let alone between life and death.
He looked back at the twilight on the edge of the clear sky, wandering in bleak waiting and desperate faith.
He missed her, but could never be sure if she would come and when she would come.
"Late autumn is desperate for who remembers, wood leaves Xiao Xiao."
The country roads are winding. Liuqu Ping Shan and Dream Yao.
Good times are doubly sorry for the scenery, not for the ascent.
Only the soul is lost. The southern geese returned even more lonely. "Nine Days of Picking Mulberries" Qing Dynasty Nalan Rongruo
The 28-year-old Naran accepted the military task given by Kangxi and sent an envoy to Biansai Solon in the autumn and winter. Chongyang Festival is spent in the wind and cold outside the Cyprus. This kind of task is top secret, and all but a few people know, or even his wife.
The reason for not saying it may be that there is a system, or perhaps in the daily relationship, two people cannot communicate. For Manchurian aristocratic women, if they do not have enough culture and love, for their husbands, love and communication will not reach the spiritual level. She may be more concerned with the glory and stability that Naranjand's future official fortune brings to her family than with Naranjand himself.
In this regard, no one can compare with Naranjande's ex-wife.
At the very least, I believe that if Naranjand's ex-wife were still alive, Naranjand would have preferred to share some secrets with her and genuinely care for each other.
Yes, the woman who loves him the most is gone, although the Chongyang Festival is a good day for friends to gather, but the real cold and warm heart is the lover and relatives. Naranjand walked outside, and the man who cared most about him was no longer in the world.
Because the north is like winter in late autumn, human survival is even more difficult. The task could not be completed, the hometown could not go back, and the exquisite courtyard was as distant as a dream.
Although the six-curved screen refers to the place where the family members live in the inner room, for Nalan, this is not really referring to the current wife, but with the smell of the former wife's home.
Standing on the hill in late autumn outside Saiwai, he faced the northern beauty of the wooden leaves, although it was cold, he was reluctant to leave.
Some people think that he is following the custom of chongyang festival to ascend to the top to ward off evil spirits in order to welcome the festival, but in fact it is not.
In the vast and solemn autumn air here, he felt his lonely self. The sun falls on the wood, life is lonely, a real sense of existence.
He saw the geese in the sky flying south, hidden in the twilight.
He has a hometown that he can't go back to, but in addition to his ex-wife's former residence in his hometown, he feels the warmth of his faint memory, if the real him returns to the real home, he is afraid of the bustle in the crowd, which makes him feel lonely.
It was a gorgeous scene, not his, he was a lone goose in life, only lonely. He reconciles with Loneliness and immerses himself.
"The ancient wood is autumn to the people, and the fluff is thick.
It is Chongyang, where to be sad.
I remember the sad things of that year,
Wind and rain, go down to the south building.
Broken dreams can be left, and the incense soul cries and rests.
Strange cool cicadas, empty full of pants.
Frost fell and did not sleep,
Biased, old winds. "Nanlou Ling SaiWai Chongjiu" Qing Dynasty Nalan Rongruo
Come and see the real Chongyang outside of Naran desai, the forest, a depressed autumn color, and the north wind rolling up the huge thatch whistles across the sideburns. It's desolate here, I don't even have a mind of idleness and hatred, I just feel cold and sparse.
In this extremely cold environment, everything that can be filtered out is filtered out, leaving only the most important yearning or memory. He did not recall his current wife and home, but his inner emotions naturally led him to the memories of his ex-wife.
It was also a year of Chongyang Festival, there was wind and rain, he was stranded because of things, came back late, his wife ran down from the upstairs to meet him in tears, saying that she was worried that he had an accident outside and did not sleep well all night. At that time, he didn't feel it himself.
But now in this cold night in the north, he clearly remembered her worries, the person who really cherished him, gone forever.
He laughed bitterly, this scene, I still remember these old gentle love affairs.
This is not the old current, this is the true affection, engraved in the soul.
Naran should now be counted as a group of wives and concubines, but no one has entered his heart anymore.
He is a lone goose in the world who has lost his partner, and only loneliness remains, although he is so sad and dead.
Two years later, Naran died of illness at the age of 30. Maybe in the distance, there really is a deep courtyard of Liuqu Ping Mountain, and his wife is smiling, waiting for him to return.
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