I slept in Nalan's feelings.

How many people are infatuated with Nalan's poems, how many people are infatuated with Nalan's deep feelings, and how many people are obsessed with these years. Everyone is competing to sing water words, but a few people know Nalan's heart. His distinguished family background, dazzling talents and deep feelings will not last long, but his heart is like fairy dust, which will not drift with the tide and will not sink; But in it, there is nothing you can do. Such as breeze and clean water, such as fog and neon.

I like his poems, his deep feelings, and the native land he missed all his life, such as his first lover, the beauty who knows and cherishes each other, and his thoughts of driving beyond the Great Wall.

Huatangchun

Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?

Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.

A generation of two people for a lifetime, how many people's long-cherished wish!

Two people who clearly love each other can't stay together for a lifetime and travel all over the world, and no one can cross the eternal distance. Looking at each other from afar, the deeper I miss you, the more I hate the sky, and I can't help it. Even if the marriage can be renewed, even if there is an elixir of life, it is difficult to get the person you like back. Even if you are naked, hungry and sick, as long as you can hold your hand and accompany you to grow old together, it is the greatest happiness in this life.

If you are the most affectionate person, you have always been persistent in your feelings. Most of his poems are devoted to mourning the death of his wife Lu. If you want to sleep, you can still read old books, but you still remember that your hands are unfamiliar. Every night, I can't sleep alone, and I can't help reading the words she once wrote. Gentle as water, good at embroidery, not literate. I secretly copied the pattern of Yuanyang on the embroidered pillow, and my handwriting was unfamiliar and dazzling. After being discovered, I smiled shyly.

Looking back now, the words are meticulous and my eyes are blurred. Time is irreversible, and the past is hard to trace. No matter how deep you love and read, there is also a gap between yin and yang. Goodbye is far away.

There is a regret that there is no fate, and there is a regret that there is no chance. How many men and women in the world are infatuated with each other? In ancient times, Liang Zhu didn't get married before his death, but after his death, he broke through the obstacles and both became butterflies and kept his vows.

The world is complex and materialistic. When we read Rong Ruo's words, we couldn't help crying. This versatile infatuated man, the woman is in love and the man is ashamed. Love is an eternal theme. We wait, get lost, get lost in love. In the end, love is no longer what it used to be, and it is more stained with secularity and interests. Walking, the heart is far away, and the love is weak, so we have to go our separate ways. When we break up, we can't help blaming each other: "why don't you love me as much as before?" Love is hypocrisy! " In fact, love has always been there, and people's hearts are gradually hypocritical. As Rong Ruo said: It is easy to change your mind, but it is easy to change your mind.

A friend privately believed me and said, "Xiao Qi, I broke up with my husband. He called me a bitch and clamored for a divorce. I think what an enviable couple we were on the university campus, but why did it become such a situation? " My friend is a talented woman in the Chinese department of the university. She can't put down books, loves Nalan Ci, and knows almost every chapter of Shuiyin Ci. On one occasion, she said that if you want to get married, you should marry a man who is affectionate, even if he is not as good as one of Rong Ruo, but you should be affectionate and hand in hand until death. It's only been five years since I got married, and the flame of feelings is slowly cooling down in the bumps of days, in the suspicion of both sides and in the passage of time. He became very busy and left her alone. He doesn't have the feelings of Nalan, and she can't be as gentle and considerate as Lu. Obviously it is love, but there are many excuses and reasons, and finally there are only endless quarrels.

Love needs companionship and understanding. It is easier to fall in love than to be together. Everyone wants to live forever. But the promise is very simple, just a word, but it will take a lifetime to fulfill.

Choose a city to die, just because there are people worth being with in this city. That person doesn't need to be rich, beautiful or affectionate. But he is willing to accompany me, no matter the wind and rain, never give up. Just like Rong Ruo and Lu: when I was free, I embroidered the couch and blew red rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Quiet and indifferent, good years.

A generation of two people for a lifetime, don't call two ecstasy. Being together is fate. Just keep it, don't bind it, don't force it. If love is gone, then we will never leave and make each other as beautiful as when we first met. If love is still there, then understand each other, be more concerned and gentle. Sometimes, when fate is bad and she wants to love again, the Iraqis are not there. Just like Rong Ruo, she can only live in memories and regrets, skinny, until the flowers wither and fall to the ground, crushed into mud and disappear.

Subtract Mulan

There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix.

Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

Rong Ruo had an unforgettable but fruitless first love.

He and his cousin are childhood friends, just a piece of marriage paper. It happened that an imperial edict made her enter the palace as deep as the sea, and he shed tears outside the red wall. From then on, it was a sigh.

When the whole country mourned, Rong Ruo couldn't restrain her crazy thoughts and wanted to see her again. As a result, the two finally met by bribing them into the palace to do things in disguise. She is still as quiet and beautiful as she remembers, simply carrying Feng Chai, and her face is as red as hibiscus. Is she okay in the palace? Whether they are also thinking deeply about their past; He has lost a lot of weight. He knows how cold it is at night in the palace. She often reads Lang's poems till dawn. Close at hand, they can only swallow hard. They can never go back to the past. No one can dominate himself before the imperial power, and there may be no chance to meet each other again in this life. Leave if you want, and stay if you want. Why is this column so short? Just a few steps away from him. Let her see more and feel his breath. She plucked the Hosta and tapped on the railing. She wants to tell him that her heart will always be with him.

He doesn't understand that they are deep in love and shallow in love. She was the first woman to live in his heart, and he remembered every smile, every anger and every anger. Even if she was accompanied by Lu, she was the only one, and no one could replace her.

First love is unforgettable, with initial beauty and initial throbbing, like a flower that never fades, opening in the heart. Hidden in the smoke are green and pink peach blossoms, shy and lovely, like a fairy who fell into the earth, stirring her emotions and wanting to hold her in her arms for generations to come. But contrary to expectations, not every relationship can go to the end, and not every lover should have Jill. Things are impermanent and it is difficult to decide in an instant, so it is fascinating to eat bones and seek dreams.

Most people will cry only after breaking up with their first love, and then they will be calm when their emotions are tortuous. Many years later, most of the old people who can recall are first love. Some people's other half can always vaguely find out the shadow of first love, or eyebrows, or face, or personality, or some kind of complex.

I once heard a friend complain that her husband occasionally said that she was similar to her first love. She knew he didn't mean to hurt her, but she felt bad. But when she is asked, she will actually think of her first love and that unforgettable past. There are unforgettable people or things in everyone's memory. Some people will touch them, while others will hide them deeply.

I still remember the man who held my hand for the first time. We love each other, and when he came to me, his eyes were bent, which was my first secret love, shy and happy. We have had many firsts, each of which is novel and profound, and the feeling is unforgettable. Later, I separated, but my mind always inadvertently passed his shadow, and my heart ached. I clearly understand that the past will pass, and it is best to forget it, but I can't help it.

Rong Ruo and his cousin have deeper feelings, and the feelings of being integrated into the blood since childhood are even stronger than ordinary people. It seems that he never thought that they would be separated, so they were so caught off guard, as if they had taken away his soul and the whole world was in darkness. Wine turns into homesickness, and how drunk you are, how much you miss it. I tried my best to see her. I want to call her by her maiden name and tell her my repressed feelings, but I'm afraid there are ears in the palace. She is the last victim. Even if you are fearless, you should worry about her safety. He and she can only look at each other like this and enjoy the only time together. Even if he later married a concubine, she was his deepest love at first.

When you, my love, rode on a bamboo horse and trotted around in circles, swinging your childhood, how beautiful those days were; You write poems for my wife to play the piano, and you smile at each other after a long time. Now that the Iraqis are gone, all that remains is memories. If I think of you, it's true, for nothing else, because you didn't come easily in my life, because I miss the lost time, because I can't control it.

Maybe we are old, our memories are blurred, your shadow is faded, and we become strangers again, but the initial throb in our hearts is only because of you.

Linjiangxian

I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A new moon and a thin star. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.

Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.

The most joyful thing is your date with me, and the most disappointing thing is that one side is waiting hard, but the other side is gone for a long time.

For this date, I carefully looked in the mirror, put on the most beautiful dress you praised, and waited there early. From sunny days to sunset, to the closing of the city gate, to the arrival of night. The crescent moon is sparse, the night is as cool as water, and there is only the sound of an hourglass in my ear, but I haven't seen you for a long time. My eyes are tired from staring too long, my body is as stiff as ice, my heart is as cold as frost, and I can't help complaining.

Why did you break your word? You know I'm eager to wait. The night is so deep, so dark and so quiet, but I can't sleep. I only heard the mouse squeaking and jumping around, and I was very annoyed. But then I thought, did you have something to delay, did you have something to hide, so you missed the appointment. If not, you would never pick me up without saying a word, and you would never let me stay up for no reason.

Rong Ruo described this woman's long-awaited, anxious, resentful and self-evident thoughts vividly and skillfully, as if he had experienced them personally. He met someone, waited, and maybe stood him up, which made the woman waiting for him angry and anxious. But when he told her the reason why she couldn't keep the appointment, she let go and stopped complaining.

Most women will be like this, and they won't really resent each other for not coming forward. What she wants to know more is, did he deliberately make fun of it like this, or did he deliberately delay it? If waiting all night turned out to be his joke, then we should consider this relationship; If he didn't mean it, she would understand that it was not his fault that Qu Tang was swept away, and she would face the wind and rain with him.

Fang Fei was my best friend when I was a child. She lived in two places before she married her husband. They often meet in parks or shopping centers or in the middle of the book city. Her husband is a programmer, and he is often called by the leader to work overtime or by his best friend to play ball. Every time, Fang Fei would call and say, "Xiao Qi, he still left me here alone. It's so hateful, I don't care about him! " When dating, he will stand up or be late, and she will swear when she is in a hurry, but when chatting the next day, she has already forgotten her angry words and is still as sweet as ever. She laughs at herself: "I can't help it, he is so busy, but I can't leave."

Many times, complaining about a person and hating a person is just an idea at that moment. Obviously, the other person is so angry with himself, but he chooses to forget because of his reasonable explanation. Emotionally, you may lose your reason and grace because of an extreme, but you can calm down and find yourself ridiculous. Facts have proved that things are not so irreversible.

We've all dated, either with lovers or friends. Everyone hopes that the other party can keep the appointment and not miss the time. Waiting is painful, and the pace of walking back and forth is like a clock, ticking, and every minute feels longer than usual. I tried to wait for someone, from sunset to darkness. When I saw that every passerby was not him, my heart became heavy. Finally, I was numb and went home unconsciously. I slept very uneasily that night. Although I forgave him later, I still couldn't bear to recall the feeling of waiting, like walking on thin ice on a viaduct, which was so difficult and uneasy.

If you have an appointment with someone, please be on time. Maybe the other party spent a lot of time dressing up for this meeting and is looking forward to it. Perhaps in the delayed time, people don't have much time and patience to wait Maybe you missed some opportunities because you stood me up. We don't like people who stand up late, so please don't be the one you don't like. If it is urgent, please inform us in advance. Unlike in ancient times, it is difficult to tell each other in time even if something happens, which makes people wait for a long time in vain.

The woman waited all night, and the morning breeze shook the flower bell and kept ringing, just like her restless heart at the moment, and she couldn't sleep for several times. What happened to the person she was waiting for? When can she come? She is still waiting anxiously.

Endless desire

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.

When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

In February of the 21st year of Kangxi, Rong Ruo, the attache of the emperor, went out to visit Kanto and was caught in a snowstorm, so he wrote this song of Sauvignon Blanc.

I always thought that Rong Ruo wouldn't have such a profound tourism thought. Germany is also crazy. Occasionally, the dust in Beijing, Wuyi family. If he is crazy, he should leave the imperial city and be a casual person. Three or five friends, meet rivers and lakes, talk about poetry; Or join hands with the people you love to fight for the end of the world. When you are tired, you live by the water, build a house, and live by the mountain.

But I forgot that Rong Ruo was Kangxi's personal bodyguard when he was away from the Imperial City, so he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't stretch his sex at will. In the dead of night, all is silent, and the bright lights reflect the sadness of his pillow on the moon. Outside the tent, the wind and rain are rustling, the snow is falling, and the rustling sound beats in my heart, like camel bells. This is a hometown thousands of miles away, a unique scenery in the fortress. How can this sound disturb people's hearts?

No matter how far away from home, the moon is the circle of hometown. There is a place where children are born, a familiar courtyard, scenery outside the window, caring relatives and full of memories. Accompany me for a long time and miss you bit by bit. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Looking up for a while, the bright moonlight was cold and lonely, covered with homesickness. Li Taibai, a poet, is bold and unrestrained. Like Rong Ruo, he is attached to his hometown, which is the yearning of all those who have left their homes.

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. The sunset is getting late, and I feel homesick most. Wandering and helpless, alone, the ancient road raised by flying sand is thin and light, and only the whistling west wind follows and runs to the end of the world. In most poems, there is a rendering of scenery or atmosphere to contrast the author's strong homesickness. The snowstorm in Sauvignon Blanc, Rong Ruo is even worse, and there are almost every sentence of Tianjingsha in Ma Zhiyuan. The gray night scenes are all dim and clear shadows of strangers, which makes people cry.

We always travel, or work, or travel When we pack our bags, we can't help looking back at our hometown. The sun is setting, the smoke from the kitchen is curling and the aftertaste is lingering. I want to greet my wife, children or parents at home after a while. Are they strong? Is the home safe? Now we are so convenient that a voice, a text message and a phone call can clearly convey our thoughts and know each other's situation. However, in ancient times, communication was not so developed. A letter from home will take several stops, and it will take several months to arrive, or even be left behind. This kind of waiting time is painful, and there is nowhere to miss, so I will write this deep nostalgia into my poem and become a singer.

After working outside for five years, I can only go back to see my parents during the long vacation. Time flies, and the number of dates outside the house is getting old. Every year, my mother sends a big bag of dates, which is perfect. That sweet taste is as familiar as my mother's joy when she stood at the entrance of the village and watched me come back. Holding my mother's arm, I was steadfast, and my unsatisfied thoughts collapsed instantly, tearing at my mother like a child.

At home, I don't think there is anything special about home. Only when I left, I felt deeply, just like when I lost it, I realized the preciousness of owning it. Presumably, when Rong Ruo was in the imperial city, he was not keen on the post of prime minister, and perhaps he was slightly excluded from his heart. He sneered at his long life experience. He doesn't think he was born noble, but he just ignores it. He can go far beyond the Great Wall, far away from home, and he is shocked that this homesickness is irresistible. The Imperial City has his closest relatives and love, a home he can't escape, memories of his childhood, and too many things he can't let go of. No matter where he is, he can't be ruthless.

No matter how far we go, no matter how successful we are, there is always a soft place in our hearts where homesickness lives, and no one can drive us away. A bright moon, a flock of faint crows and a snowstorm can all fan to a soft place, thinking of my hometown, which is a place full of dreams.

The scenery is a journey, drifting away; The snow is getting heavier and the homesickness is getting deeper and deeper.

Nalan has too many poems. I want to read and write, but I can't write. His emotions are too persistent and affectionate. I just want to have a shallow sleep, not for anything else, just looking forward to dreaming in a quiet afternoon, where his shadow is there.