There are always some people who, as soon as they spit out their embroidery, embellish the splendid galaxy in the history of Chinese culture.
Naran Rongruo is such a person.
Today, it is the height of summer, with thick shade of trees and long daylight. Perhaps, you have read Naran's spring words and winter words, then have you read Naran's summer words?
Cain Niang shared a few summer poems of Nalan Rongruo to taste Nalan's summer feelings!
Naran's summer is acacia
"Butterfly Love Flower Lu Xia Ting Ke Cicada Ringing Rest"
The cicadas in the lower court of the dew stop. The yarn is like smoke, and the smoke is exquisite.
And with the incense shoulders unspeakable, the cherry secretly untied the lilac knot.
Laugh roll light shirt caviar. Try to flutter the fireflies and startle the amphibian butterflies.
Thin jade waist dipped in powder leaves, life is not desperate.
It was an unforgettable summer night with the woman he loved.
In the courtyard, the cicadas did not chirp anymore, they stood side by side, laughing and rolling up their clothes, fluttering the fireflies in the grass, startling a pair of butterflies, how pleasant.
However, the beauty came to an abrupt end, and the lover did not know where to go, leaving me in vain.
In Naran's heart, I spent many summer days, and I didn't have the beauty of that night.
Naran's summer is lonely
"Heavenly Fairy MoonSet City Crying"
The moon set in the city and cried out, and it was up and turned into sleepless early.
Thin frost courtyard timid clothes, the heart is quiet, red around.
Who knows this?
This small order, with only more than thirty words, outlines a picture of silence and loneliness.
The moon had set, and the crows perched on the head of the city were still whimpering. I tossed and turned, and simply put on my clothes and went to the courtyard. The yard was covered with thin frost, and the chill penetrated into my thin summer clothes. I wandered in the cloister, full of sorrow, and who could tell me about this state of mind?
Do you know what it's like to miss it to the extreme? I once sent her a goodnight and woke up seven times a night to read the message on my phone.
Naran's summer is missing his friends
"Huan Xi Sha Send 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.
His friend Yan Shengsun returned to his hometown from the south, and Nalan Rong was thinking about it. He imagined his friend's comfortable and secluded life after returning home, so he wrote this poem.
You live next door to the lotus leaf of the pavilion, and in your spare time you tend to the fishing rod and wave your left hand, and the ramie mountain returns from the west; with a wave of your right hand, Taihu Lake flows in the east. You have a tea stove, you can pick a few pieces of Song Ci and boil it into a cup of tea. If you're tired of drawing your wife's eyebrows, paint Hibiscus.
The whole song does not use any words about missing a friend, but it focuses on the landscape life of the other party's retreat, but the thought of the friend jumps out of the paper.
Friend, my thoughts of you are not in the beautiful rhetoric, but in my heart.
Naran's summer is troublesome
"Four Harmony And Xiang Mai Lang Turning the Sunny Wind and Fluttering Willows"
The wheat wave turned over the sunny wind and the willows, and it was past the spring weather.
Why is he a servant? After all, it is spring teasing.
The red medicine is accompanied by vegetarian hands, and the warm language is stronger than the wine.
I look forward to the garden flowers like embroidery, but they are thinner than before spring.
It's summer, and Naran is still in a sad mood, unable to extricate himself.
Nalan Rongruo said: Remember when I held your hand under the peony flower, the warm words in my ears were better than fine wine. It was hard to look forward to the time when the flowers were blooming, but now the lonely people are even more emaciated and emaciated.
It turned out that the woman he loved was not around at this time, and even if the warm summer day came, it still could not soothe his sadness.
People ask me why I'm bothered by summer, and I say: Because there was no warm summer with you.
Naran's summer is inexplicable
"Jiuquanzi Xie Tsubasa"
Xie is full of mushrooms, and the moon is as bright as water.
The incense dissipated, the crows cried early.
The young and cold rogue Luo was thinly clothed, and Hugh was dry with horns.
The most sad, the lights are about to fall, the geese are still flying.
This song is the work of the Long Night. The words and sentences are poor, and the meaning is difficult to exhaust, and the feelings are written directly, but they are depressed and difficult to understand, sincere and pitiful.
The flowers have been thanked, the moon in the sky is as bright and transparent as clear water, the small ink incense has disappeared, but I have not yet fallen asleep, and I have heard the crows and birds chirping in the morning.
The climate was a little chilly, and the clothes I was wearing were almost unable to cover the cold, and I leaned on the side of the diaphragm to rest, and all day long, I was worried, until the lights were about to go out again, and only the geese flew through the sky.
Love is the sorrow born in sweetness, the beauty that blooms in loneliness, and the thoughts derived from the moonlight.
Naran's summer is emotional
"A Bunch of Flowers, Yong and TiLian"
Shan Shan Yu Pei wore a neon dress, relatively red makeup. Lotus Silk Wind sent Ling Bo away, and then bowed his head and discussed softly. A deep affection, very bitter, the pulse back oblique yang.
The color incense is full of rebirth incense, and the bright moon is small silver pond. The peach root and peach leaves are always together, accompanied by attentive and double-stayed Mandarin ducks. The rice is drifting, Shen Yun is black, and the same dream is sending Xiao Xiang.
It is a chant, and the object of the song is Thilian. The whole word vividly portrays the shape and color of Tilian, not sticky, not detached, not detached, rich and affectionate, and human imitation, meaning to squint, intriguing.
It was as if TiLian had just finished dancing the neon dress feather dance, looking at each other and dressing up separately. A breeze blew through, and they lowered their heads again, as if discussing something softly. They have the same sorrow and longing, giving up their veins of affection and turning their backs on the setting sun.
If it is said that the bodhi blossoms and the tilian is born, that is, the fate, then, seeing, rubbing shoulders, turning around, looking back, the path is reincarnation. Then I am grateful in this life, and the cause and effect of the past life have been cultivated to meet you in this life.
Want to drink soda in the summer, listen to the sunset car and the sea of oranges. None of this matters, what matters is with you.
For Nalan Rongruo, there are many kinds of summer moods, and the most sad thing is that the lover is not around.
Therefore, every word is soaked with his sadness.
Poets, I just want you, on this summer day, to have soda, watermelon, and that ta.