Contents of this article
- 1. Nalan Xingde’s classic poems
- 2. Collection of Nalan Rongruo’s classic poems
- 3. Nalan Xingde’s classic quotations
- 4. Nalan Xingde’s ancient poems
Nalan Xingde's classic poems
1. The west wind makes the night cold, and the green sleeves lean against the railing. ——Nalan Xingde's "Eye of Beauty·Yonghong Girl"
2. I have been turning my back on my childhood since I was a child, and I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's re-examination. ——Nalan Xingde's "Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Wife's Death"
3. A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for two ecstasies. ——Nalan Xingde's "Spring in the Painting Hall: A Pair of People in a Lifetime"
4. I remember Yule Qingsi, when the flowers were falling, I once picked up greenery and suddenly listened to the flute. ——Nalan Xingde's "Romantic Son: Events in the Autumn Suburbs"
5. The flowers are warm and cold and sheltered from the east wind. ——Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Fairy·Silk rain is like dust and clouds falling on water"
6. Last year, the sky was high and the sky was light. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha · Overwhelmed with Sorrow in the Rainy Morning"
7. I am sad and can't say anything. I remember that day in the flag pavilion, the water was all gone, and the wine blocked the wind. ——Nalan Xingde's "Moyuer·Looking at the Rain at Noon"
8. The waves of wheat turn over the willows in the clear wind, and the spring weather has passed. ——Nalan Xingde's "Four Harmonies·Wheat waves turn over the willows in the clear wind"
9. The cold wind and rain encourage cold food, and the cherries are in disarray overnight. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·The wind and rain encourage cold food"
10. The clouds are flying in the sky, and the hatred is in the carved cage. ——Nalan Xingde's "Ode to the Oriole in the Cage"
11. Xiaoping Mountain looks far away, and its makeup is thin and lead is light. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·The rain breaks only after the flowers are separated"
12. The sea is blue every year, who will fill the gaps in the ice wheel? A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as bright as snow. ——Nalan Xingde's "Pipa Immortal·Mid-Autumn Festival"
13. The incense and seals on the embroidered screen are extinguished in silence, and the beauty fades in the dark. ——Nalan Xingde's "Qingpingle·Lone Flowers and Leaves"
14. A flower with roots and shoots is not a flower of wealth in the world. ——Nalan Xingde "Picking Mulberries and Chanting Snowflakes on the Wall"
15. The moonlight is like water, the ripples are like water, and there are a few clusters of willows with light smoke. ——Nalan Xingde's "Treading on the Shasha·The Moon is Like Water"
16. The sound of wind, thunder and gold and iron. ——Nalan Xingde's "Recalling Qin'e·Mountains Overlapping"
17. The small clear image is like agarwood wisps, which is so sad that it is difficult to paint. ——Nalan Xingde's "Good in Zhong·Send Liang Fennan as a Little Shadow"
18. We met suddenly, and it was difficult to understand what was going on. ——Nalan Xingde's "Like a Dream Ling·It's the Golden Well of the Windlass"
19. People say that diseases should decrease with the passing of the month, but sickness is the same as the spring. ——Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Immortal·Silk Rain is Like Dust and Clouds Covering Water"
20. The moon is different from that time, and it shines on the hair on the temples desolately. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Hua Nu Drum to urge the flowers to bloom before they stop"
21. The spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly back to stay. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·The spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain"
22. Tomorrow is approaching Chang'an, and the guest's heart is still full of worries. ——Nalan Xingde "Bodhisattva Man·The day is frightening and winter is half over"
23. After three sleeps, autumn has arrived. ——Nalan Xingde's "Light Yellow Willow·Ode to the Willow"
24. I only regret my bad feelings towards the past, relying on my paintings to reflect on my feelings, and I can't paint a picture of sadness. ——Nalan Xingde's "Nanxiangzi·Photography for the Dead Wife"
25. The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is thousands of miles away and the sea is sandy. ——Nalan Xingde "Picking Mulberries and Chanting Snowflakes on the Fortress"
26. The cause of the Central Plains is like Jiangzuo, so why should we blame the Six Dynasties for the fragrant grass. ——Nalan Xingde "Reminiscence of the past in Moling·Loneliness of mountains and sounds of rivers"
27. I asked you why it is so easy to say goodbye. How many months can we spend in a year? ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Ask you why you are so light about parting"
28. Seeing each other again in the depths of Qulan, weeping and trembling. ——Nalan Xingde's "The Poppy·Meet Again Deep in Qulan"
29. Today, the burn marks are all gone, and the frost shadows are messy and red. ——Nalan Xingde's "Romantic Son: Events in the Autumn Suburbs"
30. Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers? Layers of ice and snow destroy them, and a sparse tree is still cold at midnight. ——Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Immortal·Hanliu"
31. The romantic relationship relies on God. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Gengshen New Year's Eve"
32. The wind and the snow have broken the hearts and dreams of the hometown. ——Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey in the Mountain"
33. The empty mountain is quiet, and the shadows of the moon and water are sinking. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Inscribed on the Picture of Autumn Coolness in the Western Mountains"
34. Chutian's soul dreams and fragrance disappear, and the green mountains come and go at dusk. ——Nalan Xingde's "The God of Rivers: Wild Geese Flying High in the Wind"
35. There is no fixed basis for rivers and mountains in ancient and modern times. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, herding horses come and go frequently. ——Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Love Flower·Crossing the Fortress"
36. Cherish the good times and cherish the scenery, not to climb high. ——Nalan Xingde's "Nine Days of Picking Mulberries"
37. The old things have faded into the cold dynasty, but the hatred of the cuckoo has not disappeared. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Ask You Why It's So Easy to Say Parting"
38. The return of spring cannot come back, two oars are separated by pine flowers. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Ask you why you should take parting lightly"
39. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao. ——Nalan Xingde's "Nine Days of Picking Mulberries"
40. The southern geese are even more lonely when they return. ——Nalan Xingde's "Nine Days of Picking Mulberries"
41. When you sleep alone, your feelings are quiet, so there is no better way to express your worries. ——Nalan Xingde's "Visiting Kinmen·Wind Silk"
42. Have there always been countless grievances? The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk. ——Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Love Flower·Crossing the Fortress"
43. I tried to open the dowry for a long time, but I felt uncomfortable with how delicate it was. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Land Wind and Rain Encourage Cold Food"
44. Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long veins hanging down. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Lian Xianyu rests only after the flowers are separated"
45. Who do you want to harm when you pick two pomegranate leaves? That is to say, the setting sun should be sent without a companion. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·Xiaoli Red Bridge Willow Half Hanging"
46. The delicate flowers are slightly dizzy and wet, and the shadows of the lamps and lanterns are full of sorrow. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Ode to the Fifth Geng and the True Rhythm of Xiang"
47. I am so worried about the cold weather in the late morning, but how can I still walk by the apricot blossoms. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Wonderful of Cold in the Rainy Morning"
48. When driving through Hengshan Mountain, the near and far, east and west. ——Nalan Xingde's "Nanxiangzi·Autumn Twilight Village Dwelling"
49. The horse neighed, and the remaining stars flicked the banner. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·The new wind blows away the snow at midnight"
50. Stay close to the small balcony, the sunset is infinite on the mountain. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain"
51. The shadow of the whip falls on the spring embankment, and the green brocade and mud scrolls fall. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shengchazi·The whip shadow falls on the spring embankment"
52. I have slept alone for half my life, with sandalwood marks on the mountain pillow? ——Nalan Xingde's "The Poppy·Meet Again Deep in the Qulan"
53. Whose house is burning candles to wait for the spring breeze. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Gengshen New Year's Eve"
54. The pink fragrance looks like it wants to say goodbye, but the moon is empty. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Huanu Drum urges the flowers to stop"
55. Sadness is everywhere, and the light dust is on the jade piano. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Xiao Xiao leaves are windy and rainy"
56. The wind and catkins have turned into duckweed, and the mud lotus is firm and beautiful, and the lotus root silk lingers. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·The wind and catkins have turned into duckweeds"
57. I was passionate in the early months and sent the shadow of pear blossoms. ——Nalan Xingde's "Song Ling on the Sideburns·Yong Yu"
58. Loving him is good for the bright moon, but being haggard is also relevant. ——Nalan Xingde's "Linjiangxian·Hanliu"
59. Do you know that you must have fun in life? It’s easy for your temples to fade. ——Nalan Xingde's "The Romantic Son: Events in the Autumn Suburbs"
60. I remember the peach blossoms and willows when I said goodbye. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Wine in the New Cold, Knocking on the Window and Rain"
61. The peach shadow behind the curtain has gone, leaving traces of moss on the path. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·The rain breaks and the sycamores burst into tears"
62. When I look back at the place where my heart has been broken, I shed no tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·The wind and catkins have turned into duckweeds"
63. The leisurely love of the past has returned to the light, and a spring dream chases the gossamer. ——Nalan Xingde "Huanxi Sha·Thousands of Willows Send Horseshoes"
64. It's an ordinary scenery, but two different moods. ——Nalan Xingde's "Red Window Moon·Swallows Return to Flowers"
65. The willows on the small red bridge are half-draped, and the skirts are covered with golden robes. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·Xiaoli Red Bridge with Willows Half Drooping"
66. The purple jade is ruthless for a long time, and it will crack in the cold night. ——Nalan Xingde's "Pipa Immortal·Mid-Autumn Festival"
67. The rustling and falling trees are overwhelming in autumn. Don't look back, under the setting sun. ——Nalan Xingde's "Yiluosuo: Picturesque Passing Through the Remote Mountains"
68. In Juexiang Mao'an, Lao Na was chanting alone. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Inscribed on the Picture of Autumn Coolness in the Western Mountains"
69. Since I said goodbye to Dongjun, the place is boring. ——Nalan Xingde's "Romantic Son: Events in the Autumn Suburbs"
70. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·The wind and catkins have turned into duckweeds"
71. Walking in sorrow, people and the sky are turning into dusk, walking towards the sound of partridges. ——Nalan Xingde's "**New·Send Zhang Jianyang Ling Jianghua with rhymes"
72. The guest who came to Zhuma came to the inscription on the stele, and the cockfighter turned on the Buddha's headlight, and when did he wake up from the hard work of the world. ——Nalan Xingde "Huanxi Sha·The fallen leaves filled the stream and the water has become frozen"
73. If you miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? ——Nalan Xingde's "Spring in the Painting House: A Pair of People in a Lifetime"
74. The dream of wearing a skirt is an intermittent response to difficulties. ——Nalan Xingde's "Linjiangxian·Hanliu"
75. It was only after the flowers were separated from the flowers that the curtains fell and the rain fell, and I was speechless with a snap of my fingers. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·The rain breaks only after the flowers are separated by the curtain"
76. The color and fragrance are exhausted and the fragrance is reincarnated in the sky, and the bright moon is on the small silver pond. ——Nalan Xingde's "A Cluster of Flowers·Ode to Bingdilian"
77. Osmanthus fragrans saves time and returns again. ——Nalan Xingde's "Good in Zhong·Send Liang Fennan as a Little Shadow"
78. Why complain about the desolation? For the love of autumn, I was blown away by the west wind for a few days. ——Nalan Xingde's "Song of the Cave Immortal: Ode to the Yellow Sunflower"
79. People are in the jade tower, the building is high and the wind blows from all sides. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian Spring Clouds Blowing the Rain from the Xiang Curtain"
80. Thousands of willows send horses' hooves, and the geese coming from the north are flying south. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sha·Thousands of Willows Send Horseshoes"
81. A message to make flowers. The wind is good, and the green window comes to play the strings. ——Nalan Xingde's "Red Dates· A Message to Flowers and a Beautiful Wind"
82. If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be such a sad painting fan? ——Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of the Ancient Juejue Ci"
83. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the spring breeze is full of eyes. ——Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time"
84. If there is a Pisces in the heavy spring. ——Nalan Xingde's "Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Wife's Death"
85. The other words are so clear that I wake up early from a midnight dream. ——Nalan Xingde's "Nanxiangzi·Photography for the Dead Wife"
86. The flower slave drum has not stopped urging the flowers to bloom, but when I wake up from the drunkenness, I can see the red dance. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Hua Nu Drum urges the flowers to stop"
87. Who can ask about the affairs of the Forbidden City? It is Zhu Yan who is safe. ——Nalan Xingde's "Mei-Eye·Yonghong Girl"
88. It has been a long time since I said goodbye. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sha·Thousands of Willows Send Horseshoes"
89. So delicate and soft that it is forbidden to dance, thin and timid. ——Nalan Xingde's "Businessman·Xinliu"
90. The wind and rain are blowing in the wind, and it is more painful to be away from others and to know one another. ——Nalan Xingde "Bodhisattva Man·Xiao Xiao Ji Ye Wind and Rain"
91. No wonder the sorrow of spring is gradually increasing. ——Nalan Xingde's "Red Zaozi·Feng Xixi"
92. The cliff seems to be cracked. ——Nalan Xingde's "Recalling Qin'e·Mountain Overlap"
93. If you are not obsessed with appearance, you will prefer cold places. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries and Chanting Snowflakes on the Wall"
94. The lotus root silk wind sent Lingbo away, and then he lowered his head and talked softly. ——Nalan Xingde's "A Cluster of Flowers·Ode to Bingdilian"
95. Standing alone on the Yao stairs, wearing gold-threaded shoes to penetrate the cold. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Lian Xianyu rests only after the flowers are separated"
96. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place where sorrow is buried. ——Nalan Xingde's "Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife"
A complete collection of Nalan Rongruo's classic poems
Nalan Xingde (1655-1685), surnamed Yehenala, named Rongruo, was a native of Zhenghuang Banner in Manchuria. His original name was Chengde, but he changed his name to Xingde to avoid the taboo of Prince Baocheng. There are still many ancient poems by Nalan Xingde that have been circulated to this day. Here are the classic poems I recommend for you about Nalan Rongruo. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.
Nalan Rongruo's classic poems
1. The change of feelings is the tiredness of passion, the twists and turns are broken, the words on the red raft are blurred against the wall, and the memories of stroking hands in front of the lamp are Yishu - Nalan Rongruo's "Pop Pops Walking on an Autumn Evening"
2. Read "Li Sao". Wash away the day and night tides of the Qiujiang River. ——Nalan Rongruo "Remembering Kings and Grandsons"
3. "I am a melancholy guest in the world. When I know what happened to you, I burst into tears. I recall my life in the heartbreak. ——Nalan Xingde, "Huanxi Sand""
4. However, your promise is important and you must remember it. ——Nalan Rongruo
5. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells are filled with tears and no complaints. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Mulan Ci"
6. It’s like we don’t know each other in life. You live in the south of the Yangtze River and I live in the north of the country. No matter how we meet but we are not in harmony, let alone hate each other. It hurts my heart to leave you alone, and Hengmen Lige sheds tears like rain. The grass is luxuriant in April, and the willow and peach blossoms are half covered with mud. The river is flowing mightily and the moon is falling. You should also think of me at this time. Where can I stop now? Nothing has been accomplished. Even if there are heroic bloodshed in my life, there will be no reason for it to splash with the water of Jingjiang River. The clouds are low when the sun sets in Jingjiang River, and when is the horse leaping forward? Suddenly I recall the windy moonlit night last year, when I was unrolling the scroll with you to discuss the king's hegemony. You are currently leaning against the Nine Dragons, and I want to cultivate crops here. The hibiscus flowers on Furong Lake are like the morning glow before the autumn wind falls. You must be drunk as long as you drink. When you are drunk, you will no longer think about the end of the world. ——Nalan Rongruo "Send Friends to Sun"
7. Life is like this. It is better not to encounter more than to have less. ——Nalan Rongruo "Nalan Ci"
8. Even if you turn on the lamp and write all the red paper, it will still be boring. The jade is far away, and in the dream, the cold flowers are separated by the jade. A few poles of bamboo are being repaired, it rains in the middle of the night, and the leaves are rustling. Share the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao. ——Nalan Rongruo "Picking Mulberries"
9. A piece of cold fragrance is only a dream, very thin and without poetry. The standard will be known early. ——Nalan Xingde
10. The green and the red are nowhere to be found, why can they only be withered? A poetic rhyme locks the window in the cold. The origin and the boat are not related, but the cause and effect are always related. We are originally pure guests in Yuntai, but how could we meet in Qiu Shan? It's easy to come, hard to go. Let the wind take charge, and the moon will always be with you. ——Nalan Rongruo "Linjiang Fairy? Hanliu"
11. Who saves? Who saves? From now on, the shadows of the lanterns and lanterns - Nalan Rongruo's "Like a Dream"
12. When the west wind blows up, it is inspiring, on earth and in heaven! Who among the others will experience the cold autumn weather except my heart? I couldn't bear to see the rustling yellow leaves, so I hurriedly closed the windows. The windows are closed and the windows are sparse, so many past events and so many thoughts. That year, the spring light was narrow, the spring sleep was sufficient, and the spring mood was fragrant. When I write poems to you, I am drunk with strong wine and tea, which is better than dressing you up. Now the shadow is empty and the mind is far away, and I don’t know where the fragrant soul is. All I can say is that it was a joke at that time, a joy at that time, and it was extraordinary. ——Nalan Rongruo "Like a fish drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or cold"
13. The wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and all the lights are gone for another night. ——Nalan Xingde
14. Thanks to Chutu①, a piece of moon is as bright as water. The incense of the seal script has faded away, but I am still awake and the crows are crows in the morning. Young and cold scoundrel ② Luo Yi is thin, and he is close to the corner of the railing. The most worrying thing is that the lamp is about to fall and the geese are still flying. [Notes] ① Tea: a small deciduous shrub with climbing stems and thorns. It blooms white flowers in summer and has a clean and beautiful fragrance. ②Nenhan rogue: tender cold, light cold, slightly cold. A scoundrel is still ruthless and unrighteous. ——Nalan Rongruo "Jiuquanzi"
15. Bajiao’s heart was broken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand. Tired eyes suddenly look low and confused, and half of them are blurry when looking again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and feelings have been exhausted, can we still say that there is no love? ——Nalan Rongruo "My Favorite Nalan Ci in My Life"
16. The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon makes me lean against it. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Poppy Poppies"
17. How deep is love? The sunset in the mountains and the autumn rain. ——Nalan Xingde "Butterfly Love Flowers"
18. One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand tents of lights in the depths of night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown. ——Nalan Rongruo "Sauvignon Blanc"
19. If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad? It is easy to change old people's hearts, but it is easy to change old people's hearts. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Mulan Ci"
20. "Thank you, but the tea has been exhausted, and the moon is as bright as water. The fragrance of the seal script has disappeared, but I am still awake, and the early crows are crows. The young and cold scoundrels wear thin clothes, and they rest by the corner of the pole. The most sad thing is that the lamp is about to fall, and the geese are still flying. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Jiuquanzi"
21. "We say goodbye like this, the pear blossoms have faded and the moon turns to the west. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries""
22. The dream of ruining the hometown cannot come true. ——Nalan Rongruo
23. Don’t fall asleep due to alcohol. Betting on books makes the fragrance of tea splash away - Nalan Xingde
24. The west wind cuts the plantains overnight. Tired eyes can't stand the loneliness in autumn? Force your mood to become turbid. Read "Li Sao". Sorrow is like the day and night tides of the Xiangjiang River. ——Nalan Rongruo "Remembering Kings and Grandsons"
25. The native flowers were once stained with Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead were hard to disappear. Whoever knocks Qingyun, it’s not rhino vertebrae but phoenix qiao. It should only accompany Duanxi Zi for a long time and harvest the autumn tide. The parrot taught secretly, and Fang Xiang saw Yu Xiao in front of him. ——Nalan Rongruo "Picking Mulberries"
Nalan Rongruo’s most classic poems
26. Yan Xiao’s face is full of frost and air. The slanted man is hazy, and the felt curtain is cold but not red. The fragrant bonfire and greenery are surrounded by busy things, looking back to the west wind. Where is the sparse bell, a spike of lanterns seems like a dream. ——Nalan Rongruo "Picking Mulberries"
27. Fang regrets that he was so careless in the past and just took it easy. ——Nalan Xingde
28. In the new cold, the rain knocks on the window while drinking wine, and the lingering fragrance lingers in the mood of autumn. Don't worry about your talent, your green shirt will get wet. I'm so bored that I lie alone, and time flies by in a blink of an eye. I remember the peach blossoms and Liu Wansi when I said goodbye. ——Nalan Xingde "Bodhisattva Man"
29. There have been so many sad things lately, who can keep up the good news? ——Nalan Rongruo's "Wet Green Shirt - Mourning for Death"
30. Xiao Selancheng looks old. For fear of being sentimental, I don't make pity words. I lean on the flowers in the pavilion and feel sad and silent, and I know where the dark fragrance is floating. Return to Mingyue Road in the old days. The cuffs are fragrant and cold, and the heart is as bitter as autumn lotus. Don't talk about living among flowers. People who cherish flowers will leave them without owners. ——Nalan Xingde "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
31. What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first thing is to break branches and paint a skirt. ——Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty"
32. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time? ——Nalan Xingde, "Song Order of Clouds on the Sideburns"
33. A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don’t love each other, who will be the spring? ——Nalan Xingde’s "Spring in the Painting Hall"
34. Life is just like March flowers, I will cherish them all my life. It comes like flying flowers and disperses like smoke. When you are drunk, you don’t know the limit of your years. ——Nalan Xingde "Nalan Ci"
35. If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? ——Nalan Rongruo's "Mulan Ci?"
36. "A life like a comet may be short, but it will never be dim or sink. ——Nalan Rongruo "Nalan Rongruo's Ci Biography""
37. The cold fragrance lingers all over the Red Bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home. Who can drum up my heart after the farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze. ——Nalan Rongruo "Picking Mulberries"
38. I am a dreamer for Yifan, and I always draw pictures to call out the truth at night. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Poppy Poppies"
39. Author of Mulan lyrics: Qing? Nalan Xingde What would happen if life were just like the first time we met? The autumn wind is sad and the painting fan changes easily, but the old people's hearts change easily. Lishan language, after midnight, half tears, rain and even bells, no regrets in the end, how can it be so lucky? The man in fine clothes joins the branches and makes his wish for that day - Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci"
40. It is difficult for one person to succeed in this business. ——Nalan Rongruo "Nalan Fu"
41. Under the eryngium flowers is my family. The swing has been dismantled but no tea has been picked. Go to sleep and look for good dreams. Reminiscing over each other, I leaned against the idle window and counted the fallen flowers. ——Nalan Rongruo "Remembering Kings and Grandsons"
42. The old memories add to the haggardness, and the remaining wine in the half-cup reflects the cold light - Nalan Rongruo
43. I would like to guide my soul to know the way, and teach me how to find dreams. ——Nalan Rongruo "The blue shirt is wet all over? Mourning"
44. The past is like smoke and is forgotten in dreams, and it is difficult to leave behind the traces of people. The king said that lovesickness is just as painful, and the concubine sighed that separation is as sad as it is. How can you bear to let go when your feelings are deep, and there is no resentment when the love is deep. The lonely shadow and the bright moon should be lonely, I ask you where is the way home? - Nalan Rongruo
45. The flowers and moon are never idle, and the lovesickness should not be taken lightly - Nalan Rongruo's "Shengchazi"
46. Don’t compare Qionghua to plain makeup, who is like white neon clothes. It's uniquely quiet and natural, don't go near the east wall. The talent of ice, muscle, and jade bones is given together with desolation. Poor distant night, cold smoke and moon, sparse shadows across the window. ——Nalan Xingde, "Beautiful Eyes, Yong Mei"
47. The grass on the plains is withered, but after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow-leafed trees are in full bloom. I remember Yule Qingsi, during the season of falling flowers, I once picked up greenery and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are all gone, and the frost shadows are red and withered. The autumn water reflects the sky, the cold smoke is like weaving, soap sculptures are flying everywhere, the sky is miserable and the clouds are high. You must have fun in life, do you know that? It’s easy for your temples to fade. Since I said goodbye to Dongjun, I have been bored. Calculating the merits and fame, what is gained in this body? Shooting tigers in short clothes, selling wine in the western suburbs. Then he waved his hair against the horse in the shadow of the setting sun. ——Nalan Rongruo "Merry Man"
48. Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the scent of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. ——Nalan Xingde "Huanxi Sand"
49. The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, and laugh at me now. Disappointing the heart of spring, walking alone and singing alone. Lately, I'm afraid that talking about current events will get me all over my neck. The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams? ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries"
50. I don’t know what’s lingering in my arms. It’s boring when I’m awake and boring when I’m drunk. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Drinking Water Ci"
Nalan Xingde’s classic quotations
Classic quotations from Nalan Xingde's poetry
The moon shines in the sky, and the moon shines on the earth. How can people of the same mind never abandon each other? I bring you classic quotations from Nalan Xingde's poetry, welcome to enjoy them.
Appreciation of Nalan Xingde’s classic poems and quotations
1. Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers, the layers of ice and snow are killing them, and the sparse trees are still cold at midnight. The bright moon is good if you love him, and it's also relevant to be haggard. The most beautiful place is where the branches are shaking down, which reminds people of spring mountains, and the dreams of skirts are intermittently coping with difficulties. How much hate the west wind blows away the eyebrows.
2. The peach blossoms die of shame and are grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong. Who pities Dongyang for being thin due to hard work, but also for being lazy in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place.
3. Do you know that you need to have fun in life? It’s easy for your hair to fade.
4. The peach blossoms die of shame and are grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong. Who pities Dongyang for being thin due to hard work, but also for being lazy in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place.
5. The coquettish whispers from back then linger in my ears, and the shy look of wanting to speak still lingers in my mind. In the small characters of "Yuanyang", the figure of the Hua Xieyu seems to be visible. However, they thought they were a pair for life, but they only had a few pages of old books filled with lovesickness.
6. Hard work is the most pitiful to the moon in the sky. It is like a ring overnight and becomes a knot every night. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm. Without that fate, it is easy to be beautiful, but the swallow remains, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
7. If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. The words of Lishan are half past midnight, and the rain and bells are full of tears and no regrets. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
8. I am a melancholy guest in the human world. Knowing what happened to you, I burst into tears and recalled my life in the sound of heartbreak.
9. Tong Yun has been away from Fei Qiong for a long time. Who is the person next to?
10. How deep is love? The sunset in the mountains and the autumn rain.
11. The tears are even more silent, and I regret my past feelings. With the help of pictures, I can’t paint a picture of heavy reflection, full of sadness. The other words are so clear, I wake up early from a dream at midnight. I wake up early from my dream, and cry more. The rain bells ring out the night before the wind blows.
12. Spring is light, red is resentful. Covering the double rings, painting is leisurely among the flowers in the light rain. The silent tears will burst into tears. In the dim light, the fragrance is sold and the dream returns. Leaning against the painting screen and thinking about the past are nothing but words for lovesickness. I remember that at that time, weeping willow silk, flower branches, and butterflies filled the courtyard.
13. There have been so many sad things lately, who can tell me more about it? I share my love with you, the green window is red with tears, and the early geese are beginning to catch up with the orioles. I appreciated it at the time but lost it now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.
14. The remaining lamps are extinguished by the wind and the smoke from the stove is cold, accompanied only by a solitary shadow. The sentence is called "Langcha Drunk Qingzun", in order to ask who Xingyan is in the world. It's rare to have wine scattered among the flowers. After drinking, you scratch your head. I always fall asleep drunk when I am free and worried, but I am afraid I will still be in front of the bottle when I wake up.
15. The melancholy colorful clouds are flying, and the blue sky is falling. There are no albizia flowers in sight, and the acacia tree is empty. It's always a different time, so it's clear. They were sentenced to the longest night, and they were tired of the rain.
16. Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel sad and confused. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong. Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy date. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
17. The crystal curtain is a sad white, and the fragrance of the clouds is far away. Speechless to ask for more clothes, the moon is already in the west. The west wind rumbles the weft, and no one is allowed to sleep in sorrow. Just last autumn, I felt like crying.
18. After singing, the sorrow in the autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
19. Turning on the lamp and writing all the red paper are still boring. The jade is far away, and in the dream, the cold flowers are separated by the jade. A few poles of bamboo are being repaired, it rains in the middle of the night, and the leaves are rustling. Share the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao.
20. Who plays the desolate music of Yuefu? The wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the lights are exhausted for another night. I don’t know what’s lingering in my arms, I’m bored when I wake up, I’m bored when I’m drunk, I never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams.
Recommended quotations from Nalan Xingde’s poetry
1. The cold fragrance lingers all over the Red Bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home. Who can drum up my heart after the farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.
2. Ten thousand people in the tents and domes are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Returning to my dream across the Lang River, I was shattered by the sound of the river again. Sleep, still sleep, wake up tasteless.
3. The foggy window is cold and the sky is far away, and the evening sky is far away and the fog is facing the cold window. The crows are crowing just as the flowers are falling, and the flowers are falling as the crows are crowing. The sleeves hang down and the shadow is thin, and the thin shadow hangs down and the sleeves hang down. A hint of red in the wind, a hint of red in the wind.
4. The rain fell just behind the flowers, and I was speechless with a snap of my fingers. Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long and drooping veins. The scenery of Xiaoping Mountain is far away, and the makeup is thin and lead is light. Standing on the Yao ladder alone, wearing gold-threaded shoes to penetrate the cold.
5. When the heart breaks and the moon shines with red cardamom, does the moon look like that time and the people look like that time?
6. We should only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad.
7. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. I had a dream eleven years ago.
8. No matter how easy it is to cut off the worldly fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook.
9. The lingering snow is shining coldly on the screen, the plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been played for three times, and there is no one left and the moon is dimly bright. I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak.
10. Don’t be thin because of the west wind, drink frequently and scratch your head.
11. The silver bed is asphalt and the old man is there, and the grass is pink and the grass is swept by autumn insects. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves. The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
12. Tongxia has been away for a long time, and Feiqiong has the character, who is by your side? Whose side are you with? Yuqing can't sleep tonight. The incense pins are extinguished by the cold lamp, and the autumn is quietly counted. Quietly counting the autumn, but mistakenly expecting it to come to an end.
13. It is better not to think about the past, and just look at the setting sun with a red pillow on your pillow.
14. Sit down and sit in the dust, blowing on the orchid screen. The name of the tea is Longfeng Tuan, and the name of the tea is Yuanyang Cake. The jade game is similar to playing chess, with double air shadows. The flower moon is never idle, don't let it wake you up with lovesickness.
15. The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary one. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
Classic quotations from Nalan Xingde's poetry
1. The moon shines in the sky, and the moon shines on the earth. How can people of the same mind never abandon each other?
2. Bit by bit Basho was heartbroken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand. Tired eyes are blurred for a moment, half blurry when looking again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and affection are exhausted, is there still no affection?
3. Don’t hate the fleeting time, hate the wasted butterfly powder.
4. One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand tents of lights in the depths of night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
5. I'm still afraid that both of them will die, and they will end up together again. The remaining months will be in the wind.
6. My talent is shallow. Why am I so blessed?
7. How deep is love? The sunset in the mountains and the deep autumn rain.
8. Life is just like March flowers, I will cherish them all my life. It comes like flying flowers and disperses like smoke. When you are drunk, you don’t know the limit of your years.
9. ??I don’t know what’s lingering in my arms. I’m bored when I wake up and I’m bored when I’m drunk. I never reached Xieqiao in my dreams.
10. Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and the sky, melancholy and alienated? Not to mention separation, but there are always no tears in a good night. We should only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad.
11. A wandering duckweed has no roots, so don’t ask the wanderer from the end of the world.
12. I am a melancholy guest in the world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak.
Extended reading
Character introduction
Nalan Xingde (January 19, 1655 - July 1, 1685), December 12, the 11th year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty - May 30, the 24th year of Kangxi), Nalan's family, formerly known as Chengde , later changed his name to Xingde, with the courtesy name Rongruo, nicknames Yinshui, Langjiashanren, and Manchuria Zhenghuangqi. He was one of the most famous poets in the Qing Dynasty. Together with Zhu Yizun and Chen Weisong, he was known as the "Three Great Masters of Qing Ci".
His father was Nalan Mingzhu, a great scholar at Wuyingdian in the Kangxi Dynasty and a powerful official of the generation. His mother, Aixinjueluo, was the fifth daughter of Prince Azig and a first-grade wife. His family, the Nalan clan, belonged to the Zhenghuang Banner. It was one of the eight most prominent Manchu surnames in the early Qing Dynasty, and was later known as the "Yehenala clan". Nalan Xingde's great-grandfather was Jin Shitai, the leader of the Jurchen Yehe tribe. Jin Shitai's sister Meng Gu married Nurhachi as his concubine and gave birth to the prince Huang Taiji. He had read poetry and books since he was a child, and studied both literature and martial arts. He entered the Imperial Academy at the age of seventeen and was appreciated by Xu Wenyuan, the wine sacrificer, and recommended to Xu Qianxue, the cabinet bachelor. At the age of eighteen, he took part in the Shuntian Prefecture Township Examination and passed the examination. At the age of nineteen, he passed the examination and became a tribute scholar. In the twelfth year of Kangxi's reign, he missed the imperial examination due to illness. In the 15th year of Kangxi's reign, he took the supplementary imperial examination and passed the second, seventh and seventh place in the examination, and was awarded the title of Jinshi. He worshiped Xu Qianxue as his teacher. In two years, he presided over the compilation of a Confucian compilation-"Tongzhitang Jingjie", which was highly appreciated by the emperor and laid the foundation for future development. His words win with "truth": the scenes he describes are lifelike and lifelike. The style of poetry is "clear and graceful, with a strong sense of sadness, high style and far-reaching rhyme, and is unique." He is the author of "Tongzhitang Collection", "Zi Mao Collection", "Drinking Words", etc. Nalan Xingde fell ill in the late spring of the 24th year of Kangxi (1685). He got together with his friends, got drunk, chanted and sighed three times, and then fell ill. Seven days later, he passed away on May 30, the twenty-fourth year of Kangxi (July 1, 1685 AD). He was only thirty years old (thirty-one years old).
;Nalan Xingde's ancient poems
Introduction: Poetry is the treasure of Chinese culture. So what are Nalan Xingde’s ancient poems? Now I will bring you a complete collection of Nalan Xingde’s ancient poems. Welcome to read!
Nalan Xingde's Ancient Poems (1)
"Dream Jiangnan"
When the crows are gone, who does Xiaoli hate? The sudden snow turns over the fragrant pavilion catkins, the gentle breeze blows the plum blossoms in the gall bladder, and the word "heart" has turned to ashes.
"Dream Jiangnan"
You're new here, you can sing the tiger's head lyrics well. There is only a dream in the cold fragrance, very thin and without poetry. The standard will be known early.
"Light Yellow Willow"
After three sleeps, autumn has arrived. The sun sets under a tree and the cicada swallows more, Zeng Wan and Baling leave.
The catkins have been rolled by the wind, and the sky is desolate. Don't break long strips lightly, Su Xiaohen and Qian said.
All wandering and wandering Taiwanese guests. The red Banqiao is empty, people in splashing skirts are gone, the dawn wind is still waning and the moon is still there.
"Dong Xian Song"
If you don't control the lead and beauty, you will just look at the Taoist makeup. Ask others if they are coming in. For the light rhyme of loneliness,
Judgment is not suitable for spring, Jinbiaoge, open to late autumn. Light rain for no reason,
Drops damage the heart of the sandalwood, and the mayor of the small palace of Luo is wrinkled. Why complain about the desolation, for the love of autumn light?
After being blown by the west wind for a few days, the thin stools will fall off and the yellow bees will not bother me. It is better to lean against the setting sun than to lean against the red sleeves.
"Bodhisattva Barbarian"
The wind and rain are blowing for a few days, and it is even more painful to live away from others. The pillow counts autumn, and the toad sings its string early.
The cold night was frightening and the quilt was thin, and the tears and lantern flowers fell. Everywhere is sad, the light dust is in Yuqin.
Nalan Xingde's Ancient Poems (2)
"Nanxiangzi"
The warm rain has just begun to collect, and the flowers have fallen into the quiet of the small courtyard. I picked a pair of red beans, lowered my head, and shed tears while talking.
People go away as if they were on spring break, and the wine once turned the stone into a piece of wine. There are people crossing peach leaves and boats, and they are all worried about a kind of mist.
"Fairy"
The cries of crows have not stopped in the city after the moon sets, and it is too early to wake up without sleep. The frosty courtyard is timidly dressed, the heart is quiet, and the red curtain is lingering. Who knows this kind of love?
"Dielianhua"
The scenery in my eyes can't be retained, the warmth and fragrance go up to the carved saddle again. The thick tobacco leaves cover the road, and the weeping poplars are the acacia trees.
The melancholy jade face becomes a barrier, why does the east wind not be the master of prosperity? The broken belt still leaves a begging sentence, and the traces of Banzui are nowhere to be found.
"Visiting the Golden Gate"
The wind blows and the water soaks the blue sky at dawn. In one mirror, the wet clouds are not clear, and the rain is clear and the grass is clear in spring.
Who sweeps away the light conch in the dream? There are small red flowers falling outside the curtain. When I sleep alone, my feelings are quiet. Where can I express my sorrow?
"The Golden Man Holding the Dew Plate, Watching the Lotus at Jingye Temple, and Pregnant Sun Friends"
The lotus root breeze is light, the lotus dew is cold, the broken rainbow has closed, the window is red, and the curtain hooks have just been raised.
The fields are covered with green cover, and fish and waves are fragrant in the setting sun. At this time, the painting pavilion is hanging by the poplar bank, and I am sleeping and combing my hair.
The traces of old travels, Zhao Ti's way, are repeated everywhere, full of worries. Thinking about taking a leisurely stroll on Furong Lake.
The red clothes are in disarray, lying down looking at the peach leaves to send to the orchid boat. The noon wind blows away the dream of Jiangnan, and the dream is full of water.
Nalan Xingde's Ancient Poems (3)
"Dream Jiangnan"
You're new here, you can sing the tiger's head lyrics well. There is only a dream in the cold fragrance, very thin and without poetry. The standard will be known early.
"Qing Ping Le Recalling Liang Fen"
Just after hearing the rain at night, I felt that autumn was like this. The people who surrounded the building were silent, and their dreams turned into sorrow without any evidence.
Thousands of chaotic mountains and rivers cross the river, I remember where you are when you are tired of traveling. Do you know the red candle in the small window? It's a desolate night for people.
"Golden Thread Song Comforting the Western Sea"
What's the point of making you miserable? But let him and God tease you, don't teach him about grinding and nirvana. Every time there are more disappointments and less success, few people will be satisfied in the end.
You must know that blessings are lost only because of their causes. Lying alone on the bed of quinoa and watching the Big Dipper, I carried the high city on my back and played the jade flute until it turned to blood. Listen to the Qiao drum and watch the music clearly.
The husband did not want to be too hot, so he took a leisurely trip and cooked food in the five lakes in a small boat. Tears are like the endless autumn rain, and they are sprinkled on the yellow butterfly of Noda.
You must not envy and Chengming trains. The horses, carriages, and dust are still busy, let the west wind blow the cold Chang'an moon. There is a small temple, and the flowers are like snow.
"Jiang Ximing said goodbye and gave me this as a gift"
Who will stay with you again? Sighing at life, turning over and over again, it becomes old age. What I most recall is the candlelight at the west window, but I talk about the rain at home in the mountains.
No matter what, we get together temporarily. The Yangtze River is rustling and the trees are rustling, sending off the distant sky and white geese with their wails. Under the yellow leaves, it looks like autumn.
Said attribution adds to the sadness. The material is strong, the cold smoke is cold, and the moon is cold, and I live in Chifanyu. One incident saddens you, and you are in a state of desolation, and your temples are fluttering and untouched.
There are Jie Yi and the children of Chang'an. Qiu Wei has entered the space and space, and believes in the ancient past, and only then will he bear the truth. Hateful life experience, who can share the words.
"Red Lips"
It's cool in the small courtyard, and I feel like my shirt is thin when I come in late. Don't drink alone, socializing with nothing.
Xiao Si pity you, farewell to Xiao Suo. The west wind is strong, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of locust flowers fall.
Nalan Xingde's Ancient Poems (4)
"Hundred Character Order Suhan'er Village"
Ruthless wildfires take advantage of the west wind to burn the grass all over the world. The elm is back in the ice and snow, and the cold on the hair is blowing old.
The herding horses neigh, the Zhengjia moves wildly, and they merge into the arms of sorrow. We will definitely know how much weight Yu Lang will lose tonight.
It's just that the brain is full of fat and it's hard to bear it. This desolate smoke is falling. What's more, after Wenyuan was haggard, it was not possible to regain the style of Jiulong.
Huilefeng is cold, Shoujiang is far away from the city, and my dream is around the home mountain. There are so many different feelings, but only the clear roar can be heard.
"Huanxi Sand"
I want to send my sorrow to the wild goose, but the west wind is turbid and the wine is leaving my face miserably. The sky is blue during the yellow flower season.
The ancient garrison is surrounded by beacon smoke, and the villages are untied by the setting sun. I don’t know how many people have returned from the battle.
"Huanxi Sand"
Walk towards the bank of Yunshan. The north wind cuts off the neighing of the horses. In late autumn, it feels like we are far away from each other.
A touch of late smoke desolates the garrison, half a pole tilts towards the old Guancheng. How long will the deep hatred of ancient and modern times end?
"Huanxi Sand"
I have become accustomed to the end of the world, no worries, the cold clouds are fading and the grass is gradually turning into autumn. Man Yin got up from sleep and went upstairs again.
I am accompanied by Xiao Xiaowei on behalf of the horse, and there are still petunia in the laughter. Laborers are only entitled to a lifetime of rest.
"Huanxi Sand"
Thousands of miles of Yinshan Mountains and thousands of miles of sand, who will fight the frost with green temples? Half of the strength of the past year is at the end of the world.
The dream never leaves Jin Qushu, and he draws pictures and shows the jade crow fork in person. If you are pitiful and thin, you will lose a penny.
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