A solemn oath of ideal state. If there is a person who is as bright as the bright moon and is always by your side on the road of life, lighting up your heart with love, then it doesn't matter if you follow him to the end of the world, and the mere cold that melts the ice and snow doesn't matter.
Nalan Xingde (1655-1685) was originally named Chengde, but he changed his name to Rongruo and was named a Lengya Mountain native. A native of Zhenghuang Banner in Manchuria, his father is a pearl, he is a bachelor of the official university and the prince's tutor, and his mother loves Xinjue Luo. In the fifteenth year of Kangxi's reign (1676), he was a Jinshi and a first-class bodyguard. There is a biography in "Manuscript of Qing History". There is "Tongzhitang Ji" with four volumes of Ci, which was compiled by later generations into "Nalan Ci", with 348 Ci poems preserved today. The style of poetry is sincere, natural and full of sadness and sadness, and the works mourning death are especially exquisite. Xiang has the reputation of being the number one poet in Manchuria and a master of Qing poetry. Although his name is Nalan Xingde, I still like to call him Nalan Rongruo. Nalan Rongruo, the name itself is full of poetry. No one can deny his nobility, his talent, and his deep affection; no one can fail to see his melancholy, his loss, and his sadness.
He is a handsome young man in troubled times, and he is a famous person in the world of poetry. He is not just a term in history books, he has flesh and blood, he has feelings and meaning, so his story is poignant and moving, and his lyrics have been sung from generation to generation.
Nalan has a lonely heart in a noble and narrow sense. He actively entered the officialdom in his early days, was young and frivolous, and full of enthusiasm. He immediately drew his bow, his clothes fluttered, he was a proud young man. With the immersion in poems and books, the friendship of close friends, and perhaps the elegance and refined talent of his lover, Nalan became a poet who was also praised by the Han people. He already had the melancholy elegance of a talented Han scholar. Later, it was Nalan who tried to help his depressed friends, but who could relieve the blockage in his heart?
During the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong dynasties, literary inquisition was in full swing and unjust cases were numerous. A large number of criminals convicted of resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty were exiled to the cold and remote Ninggu Pagoda with their families. During the long journey, a scholar named Wu Zhaoqian missed his wife, children and children in the wind and snow. He burst into tears. He could never set foot on his homeland again in his life. After his death, he was a lonely soul in a foreign land and could not enter the ancestral hall. Fortunately, he made a close friend, the famous scholar Gu Zhenguan. Gu Zhenguan could not bear to see his old friend meet such a tragic end, so he ran around but could do nothing. Who can escape the fate of the ruler? Maybe he is an accomplice. But Gu Zhenguan no longer cared about his wealth and life. He heard that Nalan Rongruo, the eldest son of the most powerful prime minister, was a kind-hearted, narrow-minded and talented man, and he was moved. They didn't know each other before, but they fell in love with each other once. Gu Zhenguan came well-prepared and made his point clear. Nalan frowned and Gu stared at Nalan to see if he really lived up to his name. Nalan frankly talked about the difficulty of this matter, and Gu Zhenguan burst into tears. He took a poem from his sleeve, and when Nalan saw it, he also shed tears of sadness. "Is Ji Zi safe?" A voice of concern made the two of them shed tears. Nalan said okay, you go back and listen to my letter.
Even for a powerful minister, even for a close minister, one can imagine how difficult this matter is. Nalan was tenacious and tried his best to deal with the situation. This was a matter of irritation. His father, Mingzhu, was impeached by political opponents because of trouble. But Nalan is a sweetheart, risking his wealth and life to fulfill his friend's entrustment, even if he meets by chance. This matter took a long time, and Gu Zhenguan wrote another poem to supervise the matter. Even though Nalan was worried, he also responded with words to express his thoughts, "Virtue is born wildly." It is unknown at what price Nalan paid for Wu Zhaoqian's freedom in the end, but this story still makes people excited. Their ci and poems have become a legend in the world of poetry. How can such a person not be admired and admired? Wu Zhaoqian passed away soon after he came back, but he would still be glad that he met Gu Zhenguan and Nalan in his life.
Nalan Rongruo could be called "the first-class lover" throughout his life, and Nalan Rongruo's feelings were mostly expressed in Nalan's poems. Let's explore his emotional world through Nalan's poems. It is the most appropriate way. His first wife, Lu. Natural beauty and keen intelligence. The two of them were childhood sweethearts, and they were in love with each other. Fireworks in March, poetry and poetry among the flowers. Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, drinking and talking. The curved place of the carved railing is leaning against the setting sun. When I am free on the couch, I put on my eyebrows and apply makeup. In this way, in the time as sweet as honey, their love crystallized.
From then on, every time he went on an expedition, he no longer had the tiredness and passion of the past. There is no more rustling wind, and the sad silence of Yi Shuihan. There is a kind of responsibility, a kind of responsibility to protect the family and the country, a kind of responsibility that cannot be wrapped in horse leather and must return to the hometown with honor. A kind of entanglement, a kind of searching, a kind of bondage...
However, Mrs. Lu could not stay with him forever because she died due to dystocia. This is the biggest pain in Rong Ruo's heart.
"Toil is the most pitiful for the moon in the sky. It is like a ring in the past, but all the past is missing. If it is like the moon, it will always be bright and clear, and it will not hesitate to be warm in the ice and snow. There is no such thing as an easy connection. Swallows are still there, softly stepping on curtain hooks "After singing, the sorrow in the autumn grave has not ceased, and the spring bushes recognize the two butterflies."
"Looking at the orchid in the desolate world, I am afraid of being sentimental, and I don't say anything about the flowers in the pavilion." , I know where the faint fragrance is! It’s like the moonlit road in the old days. The fragrance on my sleeves is cold, and my heart is as bitter as the autumn lotus. People who cherish flowers will leave them without owners.”
Yes. , when a person dies, he dies. There is nothing more helpless than death. In this world, only death is the real eternity. Once we go to Zitai and Shuo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk. The deeper the emotion, the deeper the pain. Whether it's ghosts singing in autumn graves or turning into butterflies and inhabiting two places, everything is a dream come true. How can this be so embarrassing if the sky leaves no one behind?
Before his death, he had been ill for several months, and he and his friends enjoyed flowers and composed poems. He died three days later. Speaking of the illness, there was no specific explanation. It was just that the body was hot but could not sweat. Kangxi sent all the imperial doctors to him, but they failed to treat him with acupuncture and medicine. It had been eleven years since his wife died of illness, and he had just made a lament for "the lost mandarin ducks had a dream eleven years ago." Maybe the illness came at the right time, and he was tired of "the joys and sorrows of the past years." , Who do you depend on?” I gave up my life on those days. By giving up, his family's hopes, his master's high hopes, and his friends' longings all came to naught, but it made life beautiful.
Nalan is sad but perfect. Not only was he the first great poet in the Qing Dynasty, but he was also a military commander and a first-class sword-bearing guard in front of the emperor. When the Manchu Eight Banners style of the Qing Dynasty, which emphasized martial arts, was prevalent, his ability to serve as a guard showed his outstanding martial arts. Not only that, he is also a rare kind of emotion in ancient times, a representative work of the joy of nature and the sorrow of nature. He was born into an aristocratic family, his father had a powerful father, and there were many guests at home; he had a noble temperament, extraordinary handsomeness, and unique talents and was well-known in Beijing; he was successful at a young age, received the emperor's favor, and the stars were holding the moon in the sky; he was full of friends, and he met friends with poems, and he treated them with sincerity. Help each other in times of crisis; he rides south and north to fight, and goes to the frontier fortress, with west wind banners and drums; he gets to marry a lovely wife, play music and play music, and live a happy life in a loving boudoir. However, his wife Zuo's life was short-lived, and her years passed suddenly, and he also died at the age of thirty. God may have created only one more such person, and he was Nalan Xingde, named Rongruo, who was "virtue-savvy" and the eldest son of Mingzhu, a great scholar, and a close minister of Emperor Kangxi. 2
Nalan’s death also happened at the right time. Soon after, the family collapsed and everyone died. It seemed that God couldn’t bear to let him suffer such a tragedy and took him first. People all felt that After lamenting the untimely death of Yingcai, she couldn't help but feel happy for him, just like no one could imagine that Lin Daiyu would face the confiscation of Jia's house and would rather she die before that. I can't imagine that an old Nalan Rongruo, surrounded by thousands of children and grandchildren, is still dreaming of mourning. I can't even imagine that when the Mingzhu family was imprisoned, this charming and talented man was included, with shackles on his shoulders, unkempt face, and being surrounded by a group of people. The philistines and petty officials interrogated him. He was born in prosperity and died in wealth, but he was lonely most of his life. Nalan's death and Mingzhu's failure were both shocking events in those days. People who heard the talk in the streets were filled with emotion. Today, no one talks about Mingzhu's success or failure anymore, but there are still people reading Nalan's poems. gt;
No matter love or career, Nalan Rongruo is destined to be full of ups and downs. Be a passing guest in a historical tragedy. "Throughout the ages, rivers and mountains have no fixed basis. Amid the sound of horns, herding horses come and go frequently. Who can speak of the desolation? The old red maple trees are blown by the west wind. In the past, there were countless grievances, iron horses fighting each other, and green tombs at dusk. How deep is the love? Deep in the mountains Sunset and deep autumn rain.
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The stars are still the same stars, the country is still the same, the moon is still the moon, whether it is love, affection, or heroes. A cup of loess can cover up all the romance. In the glory of Kangxi, He is like a drop in the ocean. In the long river of history, who else can think of him, Nalan Rongruo and Nalan Rongruo's words?