The three late autumn poems of Naran Sex de, lonely and melancholy, profound and full, are the alternative peaks of Saiwai poetry
Speaking of Naran Sex, whether it is a novel or a TV series, it is a delicate and amorous image of a beautiful boy. In some novels and TV series, he falls in love with his cousin or palace daughter, and competes with the equally handsome Kangxi Emperor for the hearts of lovers, without any masculinity. After the Qianlong Emperor saw "Dream of the Red Chamber", he also said quite dismissively that the dream of the Red Chamber was written about the mingzhu family affairs, and jia Baoyu, who had achieved nothing in the fat powder pile, was Naran's character in Qianlong's heart.
But is that really the case? Naran sex is affectionate but not sentimental, because amorous people can not focus on learning and career, Naran sex de married 18-year-old famous Hanqi woman Lu Shi at the age of 20, of which he also took care of the imperial examination and compiled books for three years, but it is such a young diligence and busyness, ignoring the risk of life, that is, his wife died suddenly after three years of marriage because of childbirth infection.
Aristocratic life, it seems rich, the actual circle is relatively small, he has been in the stage of study and study, various data show that he actually has no friends of the same generation, and most of the people he interacts with are the same as the fathers of the teachers and friends who are much older than him, in fact, this is also very understandable, as he grew up under the strict care of his parents, he did not have the opportunity to have Qin Zhong in the academy like Jia Baoyu, Jiang Yuhan Liu Xianglian in the theater, and was warmly illuminated by the little prince of Beijing, and the growth of Naran's character seemed to be rich, But it is not rich and gentle. He is a bit like Jia Lan in Jia Fu, spending most of his time studying and taking care of riding and shooting.
Therefore, he is more dedicated to his studies than Jia Baoyu. At the age of 19, he was admitted to the Gongshi Examination, and due to illness, he did not participate in the temple election, but after three years, he successfully fought again.
He is more emotionally persistent than Jia Baoyu, because his wife who has been together for three years suddenly died, and he, who originally had few friends of the same generation, is affectionately attached to his wife, and his grief is deeper than Jia Baoyu.
And he is more promising than Jia Baoyu. Because his job was the emperor's bodyguard military attaché. During his limited career, he spent seven years engaged in high-intensity, top-secret, and arduous military work. From the perspective of the mourning behind Naran's character, he did not deserve his profession and responsibility, for Kangxi for the country, once went deep into the ice and snow plug, painstakingly obtained military intelligence, and made great contributions to Kangxi's pacification of the border.
Many people like naran's love words, mournful and compassionate, if life is only as it first saw.
But Naranjand's greatest achievement is not in these infectious love words, but in the work of Foreign Words.
Because since the Song Dynasty, heavy literature and light martial arts, those poems describing border plugs since the Han and Tang Dynasties have rarely been seen after the Song Dynasty, and it is difficult for people to truly appreciate the scenery and historical feelings outside the Plug in literary works. And Naran Sex de, with his talent and identity, with his personal experience, made up for the huge blank space of the poems of the Saiwai Border Pass, and the standard was so high that it became another peak.
"Walking toward the cloud mountain, the north wind blew off the horse's hiss.
Late autumn is far away from the love.
A touch of night smoke and barren fortress, half a pole oblique day old guancheng.
Ancient and modern hatred for a few times. "Huan Xi Sha Walking Toward the Bank of Yun Mountain"
In the twenty-first year of the Kangxi Dynasty, the twenty-eight-year-old Naran Wasde was promoted from a third-class bodyguard to a second-class bodyguard. In the spring of that year, he escorted Kangxi to Shengjing, Heilongjiang, and the great and small Urals. But that was all escorting the task, the northern wind was eating and sleeping, Naran had become accustomed to it, for the young him, it was not without the ability to be alone and handle things, but the military attaché of the guard was more involved in the daily trivial safety work, and it was difficult to have the opportunity to get a heavy responsibility at such an age.
However, in the autumn of that year, because of the frequent border disputes in the solitaire area of the northern border, Kangxi entrusted important military tasks to Naran Zhide, who valued his intelligence and security and loyalty.
Naran Andu Langtan and his party set off on the 15th day of the 8th lunar month, traveling more than 3,300 miles, arriving in Solun on the border of Heilongjiang in early winter and mid-October. These two months of travel all the way north to the place of the desolate forest outside the Seychelles, which is the biggest and hardest test of Naranjande's life.
Because we know that Heilongjiang has Daxing'anling Xiaoxing'anling, the average annual temperature is mostly between -5 °C and 5 °C, and in autumn and winter, here frost is early, snow is early, and the climate is cold. Visually, it is naturally the most beautiful autumn color, but from the perspective of life, it is bitter, cold and desolate.
Only in such an environment, a hundred miles of marching every day, seeing the continuous northern Autumn Mountains, the mountains that cannot be seen at the end, the few military fortresses and buildings standing in the vast field of vision, and when the north wind comes, the roar sweeps the sky, the wind covers the roar of the horses, and the beauty of the earth and the sky is real and profound.
Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty wrote that the ancient road west wind is thin and the intestines are broken at the end of the world, in fact, it is far less than Naran Zhide's personal experience of the cold outside the Sai and the strength of the north wind. Ma Zhiyuan's ancient road West Wind Skinny Horse connects the small bridge flowing water people's homes, but here in Nalanda, there is no small bridge, no flowing water, and there is no central plains or Jiangnan kind of people's homes.
Some are just similar to the sunset of the long river, the desert lonely smoke of the kind of autumn deep desolation, although there are ancient military castles left here, there are slanting sun passes, but because of the sparse population, it gives people a silhouette that seems to have remained unchanged for thousands of years and gradually declined.
Unlike the ordinary aristocratic military attaches of the Qing Dynasty, Naran Zhide was eager to make meritorious achievements, and even had the arrogance of killing and conquering in the blood. Naran was the king of the Qing Dynasty, and they had a deep understanding and support for peace. However, the rise of Nurhaci forced the Naran family to submit in the form of slaughtering the city, and the Naranjande was one of the few nobles who survived because of the surrender.
Naranjand's doubts about war have always existed. At least the war he believed should not be so tragic.
However, the mission of this trip is an exception, because Russia harasses the border, and Naranjand accepts the task of finding out the terrain and the actual contradictions, obtaining real intelligence, and pacifying the border at the lowest cost.
Naran's sexual virtue has reached such a remote place, the so-called ancient and modern hatred, is the sacrifice and separation brought about by the war, no matter how difficult it is, he is actually a member of the huge peace work, and he is also happy.
This is his heartfelt boyly feeling.
"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. "Naranjandhara, "Nine Days of Mulberry Picking"
On September 9, Naranjand was actually on a trip outside cyprus, and although they did not reach Solon at this time, they did not march along the city, but along the military route, all the way north, to patrol and replenish. Here, he fully felt the loneliness of being a soldier.
And this mission should be top secret, probably not even his own family members told the whereabouts and whereabouts, at least not in detail.
In the late autumn when the leaves fell in the north wind outside Saiwai, who remembered him, and many people must think that he was by the emperor's side and lived a festival of sunshine. His second wife was not as sensitive and transparent as his wife, and if Naran died, there would naturally be a pension and commendation, but he was alive, standing outside the cyprus where no one knew his position, and in his loneliness, there was a great loneliness in life.
At least at this moment, he was so lonely, in the late autumn, he saw the mountains full of fallen leaves, and no one shared his state of mind at this time, nor did anyone share his state of mind.
The wife who loved him was gone. The lover who will take a little thing to heart is no longer in the human world, and he has no deepest concern and being concerned.
However, this is also good, and it makes him go north without hesitation and live to death.
Unlike Li Shangyin's sending north, Li Shangyin said that He Dang cut the candles in the west window together, and said the same thing when it rained at night on Bashan Mountain. It was a lamp in the house that belonged to his mood.
Naran is homesick, but what about going back? My beloved, all my earthly toils, because of your absence, silent into a repressed loneliness.
"There is no definite evidence for the ancient rivers and mountains.
In the sound of the painting horn, the wranglers come and go frequently.
Who can speak of desolation? The westerly wind blows old Dan maple trees.
Once upon a time there should have been countless grievances.
Iron Horse Jingo, Aozuka Dusk Road.
How deep is the love? Deep in the mountains shines in the late autumn rain. "Naran Sex De", "Butterfly Love Flower Out of the Plug"
All the way north. At the end of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, heilongjiang has entered the river, where there are forests, frosted grasslands, and horses.
The grassland was like a fire, and they were clumps on the yellow grass, experiencing late autumn frost, wind and rain.
At this time, the sunset stretches their shadows on the grassy slopes, how many years have they existed, and how many years have they been lonely? However, at this time, the red leaves are fluttering.
Although Naranjand does not like to be prosperous, he came here from the bustling city.
He thought about Wang Zhaojun's departure, thought about the wars of the nomadic peoples of all dynasties here, and the success and defeat of the kings and the defeats, all turned into desolate wild hills.
What else in this world is eternal? Some people say that this life is floating, and only the love words do not change.
But what about his feelings, his love?
His lover is dead, his love is still there, but this lonely affection that has no response, like the Danfeng in this slanting sun, the most fiery is at this time, the most desolate is at this time, the most desperate is at this time, the most withered is at this time, at this time, the sunset hits the Danfeng of The Depression, a sun dusk and rain come, and those leaves fall silently, it is his feelings, it is his life.
Of course, he knows, and it is also history. Like Li Shangyin, he sensed the end of the Qing Dynasty, relying on iron blood and shackles to maintain his rule.
This is also the reason why Qianlong did not like Naran's character. Naran's sexual virtue was too transparent, and it became a scar in Qianlong's heart. A nobleman's son, so cold and lonely, deep and full, was a murmur that Qianlong did not want to see and hear. He hated Naran's sexual virtue, and even thought of him as Jia Baoyu, who did not learn any techniques and became a fat-filled person, and questioned the status and talent of Naran's sexual virtue.
But at this time, Naran was still alive and was reused by Kangxi. No matter how transparent he was to history and how sad his own life was, Naran did his best to accomplish the important military tasks entrusted to him by Kangxi.
Because Naranjand is not just the ego in the poem, he is a nobleman and a soldier, from the ideal from the blood, will let him defend the country at any cost.
Naran died three years later, some say it was the injuries left by the cold border life that caused the cold disease at the age of 30.
Naranjande's foreign words are rare, they are the most practical poems in his life, deep and distant, with a deep sense of history, and the imagery is lonely and poignant, which is worth playing with repeatedly.
Hatsuyoshi Katsuyuki interprets the love and beauty in the poems for you.