Russell once said a word about the meaning of life. When I first read it, I deeply believed it, and it also became the evaluation standard of my own life in this half of my life.
He said that the desire for love, the pursuit of knowledge, and the irrepressible sympathy for human suffering are the three simple and intense feelings that govern my life.
"The desire for love", who in life has never had a beautiful desire for love? Who has not indulged in this subtle emotion, which is unique to human society?
Looking through the books of the ancients, how many idiots and daughters have written how many broken intestines! What I want to read with you today is Nalan Rongruo's "Huan Xi Sha Ji Yan Sunyou":
The fishing cylinder was managed by the lotus bridge, and The Ramath went to the east of the Five Lakes. The pen bed tea stove is too calm. There is a short wall of ginkgo rain, and a high pavilion magnolia wind. Thrush idled to draw Hibiscus.
The song satisfies all my beautiful imagination of love. This is a work by Nalan to his best friend Yan Shengsun, who in 1677 AD, Yan Shengsun went south and Rong Ruo lived alone in Beijing, imagining the poetic life of his old friend in Jiangnan.
In summer, by the lotus bridge, the green water is full of clear waves, the weeping willows dance with the wind, and there are pavilion lotus flowers on the endless lake, and at this moment, the strict rope Sun duan sits, holding a fishing rod in his hand, watching the fish in the middle of the lake soaring at the shallow bottom, which is fishing, this fishing is clearly a transcendent state of mind.
Occasionally raised, greeted by the crisp and verdant Ramie Mountain, and then look back, looking back, looking at the water of Taihu Lake, silent flow, so the Yan Rope Sun under this scene also began to act, evoking the red sleeve incense meeting, the pen waving, green water and green mountains, birds and incense, once again jumped into the picture, a painting, the tea stove beside the body also began to steam, the tea aroma overflowed, far more intoxicating than the mellow wine.
The scene in the home is like a natural creation, a drizzle blows, quietly moisturizing the ginkgo tree next to the low wall in front of the door, the summer ginkgo is more green under the nourishment of the drizzle, like a tree of jasper, on the bookshelf in the room, the magnolia flowers are fragrant and fragrant, the fragrance of the room, the warmth and harmony of the room. Yan Shengsun was smiling at his red-faced confidant, she smiled like a flower, gentle and lovely, couldn't help but pick up the paintbrush and start drawing eyebrows for her, in his shyness and resentment, hand in hand with her on the lake.
After a long time and space, we can still read Nalan's envy as a noble prince in the capital, yes, such a beautiful life scene, who can hide his yearning. Fishing by the bridge, boating in the five lakes is a dream that many people can not hope for. Li Sifu's father and son beheaded in the city, and what they miss is only the father and son when they were young, when they were young, they drove yellow dogs to chase away cunning rabbits, not to mention the strict rope sun at this moment, sending love to the landscape, indulging in pen and ink, cooking tea names, no worries, and calmly and self-satisfied. The ginkgo trees under the low walls are bathed in a drizzle breeze, and the interior is pleasant, and the beauty of the company is enjoyed. So the word became an instant when I first read it and it amazed my eyes.
I think Nalan was born in a family of brocade and jade food, and his father Mingzhu was even more powerful, which can be described as the ability to call the wind and rain, but for him, what he only wants is so simple.
The more obedient things are, the simpler they are, the more difficult they are.
Rong Ruo's love story is always very sad.
When he was a teenager, Naran was always close to a woman, that is, his cousin Hui'er. They spent a period of adolescence when "Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to get green plums", and the two young hearts also entrusted themselves to each other, but Zhaohua always liked to joke with people, and when her cousin was 16 years old, she was sent to the palace as a showgirl, and she was successfully chosen as a concubine. Not willing to suffer from lovesickness, Nalan put on makeup and mixed into the palace, but only saw one side, looking at each other, only speechless, even tears did not dare to flow, this is the price of being a noble prince, he can have everything but can not protect his lover.
Naran could only look at the morning glory and Vega in the celestial realm alone when no one was there at night: one generation and one couple in a lifetime, arguing for two souls.
Or maybe heaven is also merciful, and at this moment another woman enters Naran's life. At the age of 19, Naran became a parent. Nalan is very lucky, the appearance of his newlywed wife Lu Shi pulled him out of the abyss of grief of lost love, Lu Shi is dignified and beautiful, gentle and lovely, knowledgeable and reasonable, and what is more rare is that she understands Nalan, she understands why Naran, as a brother of the prince, always has so much unhappiness, because he himself is a pity guest in the world. They had a great time together, and it was probably the most enjoyable day of Naran's life. Maybe the red face has become a theorem, or maybe the heavens will tease Nalan again, that is, three years later, Lu Shi will also leave him. During this period, Naran used poignant eulogies again and again to express his thoughts for Lu Shi, and whispered again and again: To be married, he has a confidant.
Seven years later, when Naran was tired of official battles and was deeply trapped in the longing of his deceased wife and could not extricate himself, a beloved and last Naran appeared in his life.
This woman is called Shen Wan, is a Han woman, although she is a wind and dust woman, she is talented, the two meet can also be described as a golden wind and jade dew, the two are in love, and spent a considerable period of romantic time together.
But at that time, it was still not long after the Great Qing Dynasty entered the customs, and the Manchu Han was still an untouchable iron law that was not allowed to intermarry, and under the opposition of his family and many other factors, Shen Wan chose to leave, it was a hot summer day, and Nalan once again entered the cold winter of life.
A year later, Naran died at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve one. That day was the day of the death of his deceased wife Lu Shi.
Rong Ruo, who is not a rich flower in the world, has finally completed the life that others envy, but what about him. The hope was ultimately nothing, and the thrush idle painting Furong finally became an untouchable dream, a regret hidden deep in the heart.
For example, I wanted to abandon everything and only want to share each other's life with you, but in the end it became my escape, the original world can not escape, the past, only the memory is not extinguished, who told me that I always have such a good memory, this is also very good, as long as I have not forgotten everything.
I remembered a sentence of the old man of Deshun in "Life": "I can't die, she will live!" She's been in my heart all my life..."
Full of galaxies for a long time, a pillow of dreams for a long time!