Autumn is high and refreshing, the fragrance of dangui is wafting, and the queue of geese in the shape of a human glyph migrates south. Sycamores are everywhere, maple forests are like fire, autumn colors are colorful, and autumn rhymes are thick. The mood of autumn is difficult to describe perfectly in words, and you can only taste it with your heart and feel it with your eyes.
In 1674, in the thirteenth year of the Qing Kangxi Dynasty, Naran Zhide married Lu Shi, the daughter of Lu Xingzu, the governor of Liangguang, and the two admired each other, respected each other, and loved each other.
In the sixteenth year of the Kangxi Dynasty, Lu died in childbirth. The early death of Lu Shi dealt a great blow to Naran's character, and in order to express his deep sorrow for his deceased wife, in late autumn, Naran wrote a poem "Huan Xi Sha Who Reads the West Wind Alone Cool":
Who reads the west wind alone cool?
Xiao Xiao yellow leaf closed window,
Contemplate the past and stand in the sun.
Shocked by the wine Mo Spring sleep heavy,
Gambling books are pouring tea,
At that time, only the Tao was commonplace.
A leaf falls and knows the autumn of the world, and a fruit is ripe and knows all things. Yellow leaves fluttered, triggering the poet's thoughts. Who cares about the cold autumn wind and lonely feelings? Naran stood in the sunset, constantly reminiscing about the past, the placket was full of tea, and the ordinary past of the past could not be fulfilled.
The poem expresses Naranjand's grief over his dead wife. Shangxia depicts the loneliness and desolation after the loss of his wife with yellow leaves, sparse windows, and the autumn scenery of the sun; the lower part depicts the moments recalled in contemplation, depicting the happy love of the past and expressing today's sourness. Naran's eulogy rose from the void and became the peak of the Qing Dynasty's lexicon, which posterity could not surpass.
After the death of his wife, Nalan Rongruo often thought of the days with his wife, and could not help but sigh with emotion, such a beautiful time, at the time, seemed to be just ordinary. Not only Naranjand, but why shouldn't we? What was once an ordinary life can only be remembered in memory.
The yellow leaves, the autumn wind, are similar every year. But the lover who was once there is getting farther and farther away.
Thin twilight cold suburbs, leisurely and long-lasting. The thoughts are leisurely, the worries are continuous, and the mountains and rivers are constantly true. Only by cherishing the current time can we live up to ourselves and Live up to Shaohua.
The most beautiful is not the first love, the best is not the first sight. That moment, that person, that glance, from now on, is unforgettable. When Naranjand wrote this poem, he must have been in the same state of mind.
But if you think about it, why isn't it beautiful to miss? What a blissful thing it is to meet the right person at the right time. In fact, there are many specific moments in life, all like a beautiful poem, there is no beginning, only the end.
In a person's life, if you meet someone who loves you, please cherish, more beautiful, less regret.
We always have to taste the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, in order to better understand the preciousness of knowing each other; after all the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields, we cherish the plainness of snuggling with each other.