Nalan Xingde (0655 16551October1October -0685 July 65438+65438), Manchu, actually Mongolian, Manchu Huangzheng Banner is a political identity, Yela City, cold. Formerly known as Nalan Chengde, it was renamed Nalan Xingde in order to avoid the prince "Baocheng" at that time. A year later, the Prince was renamed Yin Yong, and the name of Nalanxingde was changed back to Chengde. He is from Zhenghuangqi, Manchuria. Jinshi in the fifteenth year of Kangxi. He is the eldest son of the Pearl of Wuyingdian University. He is indifferent to fame and fortune, good at riding and shooting, good at reading and good at words. His lyrics are basically won by the word "truth", with sincere feelings and vivid scenery. But after careful reading, I feel dull pain.

Adolescent sexual morality

He has low intelligence, can read and recite, inherits Manchu martial arts tradition and is good at riding and shooting. He has certain attainments in calligraphy, painting and music. In the fifteenth year of Kangxi, he was a scholar, awarded a third-class bodyguard, sought a first-class promotion, and was the third military attache. Later upgraded to a product.

Sexual moral family

Lu, the daughter of Lu Xingzu, governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, and his wife, gave it to Shu and his wife. After three years of marriage, his wife died. Ye Yuanli of Wujiang personally wrote an epitaph for it, then married the official and gave it to the Shu people. My concubine, Yan, was later accepted as a concubine by Shen Wan in the south of the Yangtze River, and she wrote "Choosing Dreams" and "Charming My Husband" and died. When Nalan Xingde died, he was only thirty-one years old. He was buried in Zaoshitun, west of Beijing, where "a scholar lost weight and mourned the world". There are three sons and four daughters. A woman married a veteran Nian Gengyao.

Celebrities and events

Nalan Xingde made friends with Zhu Yizun, Gu Zhenguan, Jiang, Yan and other Han celebrities, and won a group of Han intellectuals for the Qing court to some extent. He wrote many works in his life: twenty volumes of Tong Tang Zhi Ji, four volumes of Miscellaneous Knowledge of Lushui Pavilion, and A Brief History of Linz; Set "Yi Ji Yan" 80 volumes, "Chen Liji" 38 volumes; The compilation and selection of books such as Early Collection of Modern Ci, Notes of Famous Poets, Selected Works of All Tang Poems are amazing. Nalan Xingde is famous for his ci, with 349 existing poems, which are sad and stubborn and have a legacy of the late Tang Dynasty. The mourning poem is sincere and painful, and it is unbearable to read. Wang Guowei commented: "Nalan Xingde looks at things with the eyes of nature and expresses his feelings with the tongue of nature." Since the Northern Song Dynasty, there has been only one person. Zhu Zumou said that "there has been no such author for 800 years", and Tan Xianyun said that "it is important to be tolerant of others, and the lyrics are sad and sad, so people have his arms". At that time, it was widely rumored that "everyone was singing water words, and several people knew Nalan's heart". "Nalan Ci" spread to foreign countries, and the North Koreans said, "Who expected to see Liu Tuntian after Xiaofeng's waning moon?" Nalan Xingde wrote 20 volumes of Children's Anthology, but his greatest achievement was in ci. His poems are fresh and beautiful, with a unique sense of realism and sharpness, pointing directly at his true heart, which has produced a sensational effect of "everyone competing to sing" after his woodcut was published. Behind him, Nalan was known as "the first poet in Manchu Dynasty" and "the first scholar", and he was virtuous and virtuous in Qing Dynasty.

Family talk and scholars all speak highly of him. Wang Guowei praised "seeing things with natural eyes and expressing feelings with natural tongue." When I first entered the Central Plains, I had not infected the Han people. Since the Northern Song Dynasty, I have only one person. "In the period of the Republic of China, he was still a typical example of the early death of a famous wit. This is a proof: Mr. Zhang Henshui wrote in the History of Spring Sacrifice that a gifted scholar died young at the age of 30, and his friend exclaimed: "When I saw the words written on weekdays, I expected that he, like Nalan Rong Ruo, could not live forever ..." Before the reform and opening up, the research community only paid attention to sociality, ignoring artistry, and thought Nalan was virtuous, or wrote about love or friendship. Therefore, when commenting on Nalan Ci, every contemporary anthology should say something like "thin and narrow content" and "low ideological level". In the books compiled by contemporary people, Nalan and Nalan's ci became the lace of literary history and became a dispensable idle pen. This view has been re-examined after the reform and opening up, and the artistry of Nalan Ci has been widely recognized and valued. Especially since the 300th anniversary of the death of 1985 Nalan Xingde, Chengde Nalan Xingde Research Association was established, which pushed Nalan research to a climax. 1In August, 1997, the "Symposium on Minority Literature across the Taiwan Strait" co-sponsored by Taiwan History and Literature Society and Chengde Nalan Xingde Research Association was held in Chengde. The study of Nalan Xingde is an important topic of this conference, and a number of high-quality academic papers have been exchanged. The research on Nalan's family background, life, thoughts and creation is increasingly comprehensive and in-depth. For the general public, Nalan Xingde and Nalan Ci have been widely recognized and loved by people, and some even summarized them as a "social phenomenon".

Nalan Xingde's works

The Complete Works of Nalan Xingde's Ci "Drinking Water Ci" Jiangnan Nightmare Dream, who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the plum bottles. Heart words have turned gray. Red dates are surprised and leak, protecting spring sleep. Especially charming, careless, only self-pity. The message is that it will be a beautiful day, and the green window will come with the strings. One night, I recalled Wang Sun Xifeng's visit to Banana. Tired eyes endure loneliness after autumn? Force the mood to make muddy mash. Read Li Sao. Sorrow is like the tide of Xiangjiang River day and night. Where is the jade chain shadow (not recorded according to this tone, or also adjusted by itself)? It rained several times in Mao Mao in Xiao Ye. Wet eaves flowers, people at the bottom of flowers are speechless, Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired. Who is the partner of Lengxiu? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun. If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. The modern building in the dream is a golden well of pulleys, which is full of bricks and stones. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saved it? Who saved it? Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow. In the courtyard at dusk, the language is thick and drunk. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears. The leaves are going home. Where does the waning moon wind go? The news is half gone with the wind, and I feel homesick tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain. The west wind blew away half. A trip to Sauvignon Blanc, a trip to the water, a trip to Guan Yu, and 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. Ying Huan has a faint peak, cold and soluble, just like a close-fitting thrush. Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop. Like a dream, the musk deer is slightly smoky, and it is the sunset sneaking downstairs. Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me. Showing respect for the monarch and resentment are forbidden. Who cherishes good spring? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear. Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind. Jiuquan has tears, and the moon is like water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early. The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying. The inspector was confused by the east wind and stole the Hunan skirt. I carried the sarong all night, and I drew a slim waist. Ruo water sinks smoke, dew drops Yuanyang tile. The flower bones are cold and fragrant, and the cherry blossoms stand. The short flame picks up the residual flowers, and the night is long and silent. Tired of dancing, I smell the chicken, but I feel wet. Tianshui encounters ghosts, and the corner is southwest and white. If you want to cross Huanhuaxi, you can't dream far away. What do you know about the blue sky? Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia. It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain. The faint crimson lips (Nianlan) are a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to rush. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind. How can you resist autumn if you are so miserable? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first. Another kind of moth eyebrow, the lower chord is not as good as the upper chord. Why is Geng Lang sad before he is old? The plain wall shines obliquely, and the bamboo shadow sweeps the window. The empty room was silent, the crow was about to break dawn, and I went down to the west building again. It's very cold at night, and the snow is flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on. I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese. The yard is cool, and I feel thin when I come late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain. Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. Can Huanxisha be next to apricot flowers when it is rainy and rainy? Last year, the barrel was high and light. If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection. Who reads the west wind alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window? Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary. And (I saw Haitang in Shi Feng Garden in the western suburbs, because I thought of incense and harsh words), who is not poor, the old season is good, and heartbroken people have gone through the years. Only a faint red color rains, and the evening breeze blows away the clouds at the temples. Before sunset, the soul was gone. I also want to ask Jiang Mei how thin she is. I only look at Cui Luo's skirt and worry about the loss, and the musk deer is cold and worried. Can endure cold and lean on bamboo for a long time, and then teach Chun not to open the door. Loquat flower is a scholar in school. The other half of the building is in the sunset, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't rest assured by leaning on the bar. There is an Yingying riding a horse, with elegant makeup and romantic clothes. See people shy but turn back. Residual snow condenses into a cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak. It is also slightly dizzy and wet, and the lamp shadow is worried for life, and the dream is suspected in the distant mountain building. The waning moon peeps at the golden bow, and the soft wind swings the jade curtain hook. Listen to the neighbors tell her to comb her hair. There is also (Beigukou), where thousands of willows send horseshoes and geese fly from north to south. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes? At the end of my life, I return to the sunset, and I dream of wandering in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time. I walked to the edge of Yunshan again, and the north wind blew the hiss of falling horses, which was already far away in late autumn. At dusk, a touch of smoke keeps the base, and the half pole is partial to the old city. When will ancient and modern grievances be settled? /kloc-for 0/8 years, I have fallen into the world, blowing flowers and chewing my heart and making ice strings. Who can send sentimental feelings? The purple jade hairpin has an oblique lamp shadow, and the red cotton powder is cold on the pillow. See the benefits but be silent. And (send Yan Sun-you), I arranged an appointment tube by the bridge, and Dorothy and I went to Wuhu East. The pen bed and tea stove are too leisurely. There is short-walled ginkgo rain, which is also a high-profile magnolia wind. Thrush painting hibiscus freely. I also have to worry about wild geese, and the west wind is turbid and the wine is sad. Yellow flower season, the sky is blue. The ancient garrison was misty, and the sunset red village was relieved. I don't know how many people have fought. The fallen leaves are full of ice, and the setting sun still shines on the low pavilion. I lost my title when I went to the abandoned temple. Inscription on the monument in Kyle, the resident, cockfighting with Buddha's headlights. When will the world wake up? In the frosty days, the small corners turn back to the wine and fold the willows. If you ask about the mood of enjoying flowers, it seems to be the same day, how can it be? Don't be thin for the west wind, you will often scratch your head. It has been arranged since ancient times. Bodhisattva's fog window is cold to the far sky, and the fog in the far sky is cold to the window. Flowers fall, crows cry, crows fall. Sleeves are thin and thin, with thin shadows hanging down the sleeves. The wind is a little red, and it's windy in HongLing. The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze. Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear. (Early spring) Han Xiao leans against the southwest moon, and Tintin loses an arrow, leaving a lingering fragrance. Spring is very suitable, and the east wind is right and wrong. The soul of Shu is ashamed to look at the shadow, and the jade shines red and cold. Who sings the flowers in the back garden and remembers his hometown in the new year? Huang Yunzi raced three thousand miles, and the female wall was raven. The sunset is cold, and the horses are still hunting. There is no sound, and it is dark at night. Qiu Meng didn't come home, and the residual lamp was smashed to pieces. Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere. A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite. The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Dream well, don't wake up, and let him benefit. ..... The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west. The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry. Subtract the word magnolia (crescent moon) for evening makeup, and draw a slender eyebrow in front of the mirror. Be sure to stay awake, rain and smoke are invincible. Don't teach the stars to find a place, stay together. This night, the red chamber is as sad as heaven and earth. The candle is swaying again, cold and sparse, and I just want to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking about it. The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain. There is nothing to say when we meet again, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix. Poetry will be low-key for fear that others will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin. The soothsayer (Liu Xin) is too soft to droop and too thin to dance. The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow. The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love. The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think. Picking mulberry seeds, Jiufei Qiongyu, who is there? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight. The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter. Who turns over the bleak music of Yuefu? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight. I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream? Not a hobby, but it's better in the cold. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world. Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li. Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret. Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling. Turn on the light again, the book is red, but it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream. It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled. In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao. Xie Guyuan also stands, and Yan Su carves beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers? This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago. Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west. And the bright moon and Ying Xiao Wo are affectionate, laughing at me now, lonely, wandering alone, singing alone. I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams? Good things are windy outside the curtains, so it's easy to enjoy the season in Han Xiao. There is only half of autumn left, and the moon gradually fades through the curtains. Fighting teaches tears not to freeze, and the benefits are lighter. The plan is to put the injury aside and wait for Han Xiao. There is no way home, and there is water in the mountains. It's cold all spring, until wheat and autumn weather. It is expected that the flowers will be reissued every other year, so don't ask before the flowers. Even if the east wind is still there, I am afraid of beauty. It's hard to see the blue in your eyes when the smoke is light and the rain is light. A broken rainbow hangs on the tree, which is also the afterglow of chaotic mountains. Eyes are high, the journey is broken, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. The river goes east day and night, and the brocade book should be entrusted to Pisces. You dreamed of an upside-down butterfly, poor Yao Feng. It is a feeling to fade powder and receive fragrance. Hosta stole * * * building. Who passed on the moth in Autumn Water? Lotus seeds are still hidden in the fog, while rhombic flowers steal waves. I won't go any further. autumn scenery is stumped. Six songs Pingshan deep courtyard, ups and downs every day. At the beginning of the rain and the fragrance of chrysanthemum, people say that this day is Chongyang. Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I think infinitely at dusk. It's only after listening to the rainy night (recalling Fen Liang) that I feel good in autumn. Around the building, people are silent, and dreams turn to sorrow. Qian Shan Wanshui, I can't remember where you are tired. Do you know the little window red candle? According to some people, this night is bleak. Sai Hong is gone again. When will the brocade be delivered? I remember holding back my tears in front of the lamp, but I asked if the Ming Dynasty was okay. If it doesn't take a few degrees, the leaves will pile up. A Han Xiao dream, bleak, because of who? It is windy and rainy, which is not accurate. She leaned over and looked at the moon, the moon, the whisper, and the smell of her body. The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. From then on, in the late spring, when the spring comes and the sun sets, she is the only one who misses it leisurely. There's also (Lunar Eclipse on the Lantern Festival), Hua Yao reflecting the que, and dry snow. This is the first season of reunion. Shadow moths suddenly unfolded their early strings and lent them to Gong Lian. Seven treasures build walls, and the wheel is in the middle of the year. Recalling that Qin E Mountain overlaps, the cliff is in doubt. The sky is suspected of cracking, the inscription is broken, and the ancient moss is gnawing. The wind howled, the gold and iron sounded, and the dragon cave at the bottom of the depressed pool was gloomy. Longdong is full of eyes, and the old moon is bright. It's spring again, and a little bit is shaking like a cape. Green as the sun, egrets standing, smoke far away. Blowing away Xie Dongfeng's tiredness, peaches and plums turn red. Beauty changes, rabbit sunflower oats, meet again. Ruan Langgui has an oblique wind and drizzle, and the curtain hangs to the ground. A few songs of Pingshan, in Liu's place, are all leisurely. New green density, disorderly red thin. The milk warbler cried in her dying days. Spring cold wants to embroider gold clothes, and the fallen flower lang has not returned. Hua Tangchun has a pair of people from generation to generation in his life, fighting for two selflessness. 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. Charming eyes, covered by cold springs at dusk, I am crying. Yu Di dreams, Jin Chai paints a shadow, and regrets it. Carving a red candle has treated each other, and the past is always vague. Expect resentment, teach in the middle of the month, and urge it back at the end of the flower. See the blue sea star moth again, laughing and crying. More or less unusual, bright moon and cool breeze, tonight is better. Take a break from the cage and write idle words with crayons. The street drum has been drummed three times. The tobacco is curled up, the light is slightly exposed, and the flowers are blooming in spring. (Yongmei) Don't compare Qionghua to makeup, which is like a white skirt. Another quiet, natural standard, Mo Near East Wall. Jade bone, ice muscle, talent desolate. Poor night, cold smoke and bright moon, thin shadow through the window. Spread out the mossy Taoism under the sand forest in Huanxi, and pity the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee. There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is crying. Half-life duckweed died with water, and a cold rain buried famous flowers overnight. The soul is like a willow sponge blown to pieces, surrounding the world. I also want to talk about my dream that I will meet Chunshan in the mirror. Fang regretted being too careless in the past and took a casual look. Pei Huan should only return to the moon. What's the point of sending her to this world? How many drops of residual red wax tears, when will it dry? A small red bridge, weeping willows at half waist, is covered with a gold skirt. Who do you want to leave the pomegranate leaves? That is, when love falls on the moon, it should only send oblique light without company. I hope to talk to you with the power of Dongfeng, but Dongfeng, try to blow. The smell last night was particularly suitable. The sky will warm the amphibians, the birch candle shadow is reddish as jade, and the swallows hang down. I laughed at myself several times because I was worried, but I was full of tears when I was happy. Lotus and lotus are crystal clear, don't worry. Blue wet (mourning) has been infinitely sad recently. Who talks more? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. In spring, begonia is red, muddy as fog. If you don't teach, you will find your own way to Taoyuan. The fragrant path is cold at night, and the moon is where flowers fly. The rose shadow is dark and empty, and Ren Bi's light shirt is lingering. The early crow flies over the swing. It is often quoted (self-title map) that the west wind suddenly rises, and the cold wind blows hard, scaring the geese not to move. Thousands of miles away, don't look back at the roadside pavilion. Infinite mountain, infinite past, a lonely case. Try to awaken the heroes through the ages with Yu Di's voice. Nan Gezi's green sleeves are cold and thin, and the curtain enters the night sky. The terminally ill moon provoked a trace of the old fumigation cage. If you are happy in the dark, don't hate each other in the distance. It is impossible to avoid flowers, but it is clearer on the night when the dew is wet and red. Also (ancient garrison) ancient garrison hunger, wild city fly. Take advantage of the fire to rob, when the ashes remain, try to see that the hero's game-writing protocol book is full of dragons. The jade account is separated from the base, and the golden armor has stopped blowing. Looking back at the east wind, it must be a mistake. If it is not prosperous, it will be desperate and artificial. Recalling Jiangnan (feeling of Su Shuanglin Temple), I feel exhausted and some monks are incomplete. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up. Shake it back and blow it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city. The red shadow of Langtaosha wet the secluded window, thin and spring. After the rain, the sun is setting outside. Anyone who saw that thin blouse with a low bun hugged his knees and thought. Nalanxingde house

Don't be sad, hold on early. Meditate on what it is to break people's intestines. I once caught a glimpse of the cloister in his spring dream. The eyebrow spectrum needs to be deleted completely, and the autumn mountain is not painted. The cloud is getting closer and closer. Don't laugh. Life is like a dream, and good dreams are hard to dream. The red card pecks at the flower residue, all by the aperture. The moon is slanting and the wind blows. There is an example of absorbing spring breeze if it is cold. But the purple jade stirred the ashes, and the words in my heart were different. The curtains were still hung every other year. Half a roll of sunset red rain falls, and swallows are out of season. Looking back on the blue clouds and the west, there are many hearts, short pavilions and short causeways. A hundred feet of gossamer dream, infinite sadness. It's in my heart to make autumn rain at night, and teach him to cherish and protect the wind. Who is sick, who is more shameful? A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay. In addition, the clouds in Kagami Akira shine and the seals are still fragrant. One spring, the eyebrows were crying. That night, I came to the lonely pillow and dreamed of people. Vantage is sick, lazy to draw Wen Xiang, and the lotus root silk skirt is fascinating. Add a few lines to the embroidered couch, and silence will cover the door. Partridge day alone with the setting sun on the small building, the rest of the rhyme. A line of white geese is far away at dusk, when yellow flowers are everywhere in autumn. Surprise, sigh, ups and downs, like a dream flowing east. Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen. And geese fly beside Leng Yun, hesitating to complain to the south. Who can lean on the horse to cross the mountain road and meet the west wind? People are embarrassed and think of Yiyi, where there are no trees and crows. Sweep the window and take a farewell photo for now. If you don't sleep, you can't sleep, just like dreaming of a border town. Listening to the rainy night, I remember the night light in the red chamber. Books are solemn, hatred is clear, and the sky will make sadness taste deep. Get up, hand seal the title, and the word Yuanyang is cold. Coody Leng is silent at night, and crows can't fathom the north wind and cold. I hate painting the Drum Tower, but I don't want to put it back in my dream. Autumn is full, the moon is bent, and no one looks up at the moon. In the Ming dynasty, horses and chariots lost each other, and the mountains were separated by mountains. And (when I saw Fen Liang go back to the south, she was called Xiaoying), I shook hands with Xifeng and cried. I spent many years in the isolation room. Listen to the rain in front of the lamp far away, and look back at the mountains behind the snow. With the news, advise to increase the meal and save it when using osmanthus. It is as small as agarwood, but it is sad and difficult to draw. It rains on the fourth night of July, and tomorrow is the birthday of a dead woman. Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge. The riverside is shallow and resentful. Cover with a double ring and draw leisurely between raindrops. Without words, the darkness will burst into tears. Decline, fragrance sells dreams. Thinking about the past by leaning on the screen is nothing, just a lovesickness. Remember that time, the court was full of weeping willows, Hua Hudie. If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.