Appreciation of Nalan Ci and Liang Zhu. This is a mourning poem, which is about a love story. Even if I go to war, I will go to hell. I am good at using my mind's eye. With keen observation, fresh feeling and high language generalization, I will sort out and share the appreciation of Nalan Ci and butterfly lovers. Welcome to reading.
Nalan Ci and Butterfly Lovers Appreciation 1 Butterfly Lovers Out
Qingnalanxingde
Today, there is no conclusive evidence to prove that ancient rivers and mountains. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.
Once upon a time, there were countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion ③, Zhong Qing Dusk Road ④. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
To annotate ...
① The evidence is not standardized: unclear and inaccurate. It means that since ancient times, the struggle for power has never stopped, and the change of mountains and rivers has not been decided. One is "uncertainty".
② There are countless grievances in the past: one is "Where are the grievances in the past?".
Ironmaking: This means war. "Biography of the Old Five Dynasties History of Li Gong" Li Keyong and Zhu Wen said: "It is said that luck is strange, evil spirits slander, and poisonous hands respect boxing, in the next year; Brother Jin's iron horse was practiced in the Ming Dynasty. " Xin Qiji's "Never Meet Le Jingkou Gu Beiting Nostalgia": "In those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger."
④ Zhong Qing: The ritual of Wang Zhaojun leaving the fortress in Han Dynasty was followed. Biography of Xiongnu in Han Dynasty: "After the Yuan Emperor, Wang Qi, the son of Gong Liangjia, was given a single note by Zhao Jun." After his death, Zhao Jun was buried in the land of South Xiongnu (now Hohhot, Inner Mongolia) and called "Ting Anne".
Vernacular translation
Throughout the ages, mountains and rivers have risen and fallen. At present, it seems that the horn of war is blowing, the horses are galloping, the yellow sand covers the sky, and it is desolate everywhere. Who can speak the same language? Only the bleak west peak blows the withered old red maple.
In the past, sad memories emerged one after another. Ma Tiejin Ge marched south and fought north, leaving only the grass to hide the grave at sunset and dusk. Full of affection, the setting sun shines on the mountains, drizzle and autumn rain.
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From Datong out of the customs, the endless wall, in the horseshoe, far behind.
I have read many poems of "Out of the Fortress" by my predecessors. Now, I am really outside the Great Wall. How many wars have taken place in this vast land? How many games? Han people are defending, Hu people are coveting, fighting for sovereignty like a saw; Generation after generation, countless conscripts have fought here; Year after year, countless women have been waiting in the boudoir. "I want to send Yijun but I don't return. If I don't send Yijun, it will be cold. It will be difficult for me to send it or not! " How many people live separately, how many people die separately, who really wins? Did people really own land? It's the landlord! People will get old and die; Dynasties will change, will change; What is timeless is that after the Qin, Han, Sui and Tang Dynasties, there is still a quiet land in place!
Sound and sound draw corners, tragic and desolate echoed in the vast land. Crowds of herding horses, running back and forth, set off rolling yellow dust; For thousands of years, people who have fought for it may not even know the use of winning this land by themselves, right? Besides these nomadic passers-by, how many people have really taken root in this land?
Not just one person? This piece of land in vast expanse is just endless desolation; Walking in, a group of people are like ants caught in the Yellow Sea where Huangshan Mountain, Huang Yun, loess and yellow sand converge. They can't help but feel small and humble, but they have infinite admiration for nature.
Nalan Chengde, who is riding a horse, feels infinite sadness in his heart; Looking back, I found that everyone in the same trade put down their hoods and rode on horses silently, marching forward against the wind and sand. My heart is full of ups and downs, I want to talk to someone, but I can't find anyone to talk to; Even if he does, can others understand his desolate and melancholy mood in the face of this desert at the moment?
He also walked silently. By the roadside, an old maple tree sighed in the west wind; There are not many withered red leaves, so sad and heartache. Under his gaze, his mood seems to be old, as old as a maple tree blown down by the west wind.
"In front, it is Qingyi!"
The guide leading the way pointed to a touch of green in the vast yellow sand ahead.
Qing Chuan! He has heard that the Great Wall is yellow sand and white grass, but the grass on Zhaojun wood is green! Zhaojun! It should have been stored in the stunning Han Palace in the Golden Palace, but the painter made a mistake. Wan Li deserted and married the invincible Xiongnu Khan E Shi! That unspeakable bitterness can only be pinned on the strings of the pipa, and the sound is like a cuckoo weeping blood; The unique green grass color on the grave is also the sincere wish of the fragrant soul, I think! God endowed her with peerless beauty, only asking her to complete such a peerless righteous act: exchange her beauty for peace in the Han Dynasty and safeguard the lives of millions of people!
A beauty is the safety of the world! Zhaojun! Fermin! Should you cry for your sad life or laugh for your great achievements?
Qingchuan, facing south; She looked forward to her life, but still missed the unforgettable direction after her death; Just because there is her country, her home and her king!
She is just a weak woman! Such a burden of fate crushed her dreams and her heart without any reason. "Harmony", she struggled to shoulder this heavy responsibility, struggled to greet people with her own smile, and swallowed her bitter tears day after day, in exchange for the short peaceful years of the Han Dynasty.
He doesn't know what makes her regret, but she bears this sad fate without regrets! When he came here and looked back at the south, he suddenly realized something; It is a kind of "feeling", a kind of "feeling" that makes people die without regret! For the sake of tenderness for the country, the king and the whole life, she resigned from the Han Palace and other places, sent her youth to the desert, and finally buried it in the yellow sand with loneliness ... where can she pour out her eternal sadness? Have those warriors who are holding gold and riding iron horses, sweeping the army, and all-powerful, ever paid attention to her silent loneliness and desolation, which has now become a green grave in the dusk?
Huang Yun in the sky condenses into low-hanging lead; Only the western sky is a line, and the thin shadow of the sun is covered and falls to the distant mountains with thousands of folds. The shadow of the sun is silent, and the mountains are silent, but it melts into a vast and beautiful world; Zhaojun! Your heartbreaking affection is like a sunset in the arms of a dead mountain. Are you willing to die without words, regrets and despair?
The sergeants camped out for the night. The fields were silent, only the whistling autumn wind rustled. Guarding a solitary lamp, his heart is still attached to the green grass, leaving his hometown alone in Qinghai-Tibet, Wan Li. ...
"It's raining!"
The sergeant came in happily to report; The rain outside the Great Wall is the showers of life!
Bit by bit, how bleak and cold it is for the late autumn night outside the Great Wall; Straight into my cold heart. One day later, he was invincible. Zhaojun! How did you survive dozens of cold and heat? Or, Zhao Jun, this drop is not rain, but endless tears that you shed and throw away?
Appreciation of Nalan Ci and Liang Zhu II
This is a eulogy. In the preface of the word "Qinyuanchun", the author once wrote: "Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, Ding Si died in plain clothes and choked with her hands. Although she couldn't remember many words, there was a parting cloud: I wish I could be in the sky and the moon, but I still had to go to Yuen Long every year." This word is written from "Day and Month". The first three sentences take the moon as a metaphor, the joy of love is fleeting, and the more you hate, the less you like.
The last two sentences, if love can be as bright and complete as the moon, I am willing to pay more. "The past is like a ring, and the past is like a long time", which contains infinite sadness and nostalgia and expresses sincere love for his dead wife.
The next film is about mourning, whispering with swallows between curtains, reflecting the loneliness of people leaving the building and survivors. In the conclusion, he used the allusion of "butterflies on both sides of the strait" to express his undying love for his dead wife, to express endless condolences and to pin his eternal love on become a butterfly's ideal. This word expresses the author's inner mourning for his beloved wife.
No affectation, no carving, touching.
The original text is as follows:
Love recent flowers, hard work, the most pity for Tian Yue.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
Extended data:
Creation background
In the 19th year of Kangxi (1680), the author had a dream three nights before the Double Ninth Festival: "The woman who died in the dream was wearing light makeup, wearing a plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing, and she couldn't remember clearly. But there is a parting cloud: I wish I could be in the sky and the moon, but I still have to be round every year. " And this "recent love" comes from two poems in this dream. After the death of his wife Lu, the author's life was long-term painful and sad. He used the moon's profit and loss as a metaphor for the ups and downs of life, hoping that the moon would be bright and full. So the author wrote a poem, taking the moon in the sky as the object of singing.
Appreciate Nalan Ci and Liang Zhu again at Qingyang Fold (3).
Silent whipping
Step across the clear autumn road
The grass is in no mood.
Xiao Guan listened to the voice of the wild goose far away.
Don't hate the suffering of the end of the world.
I only hate the west wind blowing my dream to the present.
How much is the trip tomorrow?
The condition of the clothes is the new cold rain.
[analysis]
For a love story, even to the ends of the earth. Zhen Nalan deserves to be the most affectionate person in the world.
Introduction to Nalan Xingde:
Nalan Xingde Nalan Xingde (1655— 1685), a poet in China in the Qing Dynasty, was originally named Cheng De, who was afraid of the Crown Prince and changed it. Word Rong Ruo,No. Lengga Mountain people. Zheng Huang Qi Manchu, the eldest son of college student Pearl, grew up in Beijing. Young and eager to learn, a hundred schools of thought contend and know everything, familiar with traditional academic culture, especially good at lyrics. In the fifteenth year of Kangxi (1676), he was a scholar, and was awarded the third-class bodyguard of Gan Qingmen, and later moved to the first class. He traveled north and south with his entourage, and sent envoys to Sauron (Heilongjiang River Basin) to inspect the Russian invasion of northeast China. Kangxi died of a sudden illness in twenty-four years, at the age of thirty-one.
Nalan Xingde is a noble child of Judy's Red Chamber. He is brilliant and sentimental, and his temperament is deeply influenced by China literati. Although I have the ambition to actively use the world, I yearn for a warm, comfortable and elegant life. The monotonous and restrictive duties of the guard are far from his mood, which makes him lose his ambition and interest in "meritorious service" and "virtue" The dirty inside story of the struggle of the upper-class political parties also made him afraid to back down. The contradiction between the poet's temperament and his life situation is the fundamental reason for his tragic character of haggard, sadness and endless sorrow. Long driving trips also ruined his family life. The combination of professional depression and parting sadness, coupled with the blow of the death of his beloved wife, made him fall into deep pain. He can't complain about heaven, especially others, so he pours endless bitterness into his pen and condenses it into a sentimental chapter. The basic content of Nalan's ci is the pain of long-term defense, the pain of injury and death, and the unspeakable melancholy. Nalan Xingde made up for the narrow theme with his outstanding artistic skills. His words all rely on the word "truth" to win, with true feelings, "pure and willful, spotless" (Kuang Zhouyi's "Hui Feng Hua Ci"). The writing is sincere and powerful, the scenery is vivid and vivid, and it is expressed by superb sketching methods. It looks like unadorned natural beauty, and everything is so vivid and moving. Wang Guowei once said: "Nalan Xingde looks at things with the eyes of nature and expresses his feelings with the tongue of nature. This is because he entered the last wish first and did not contaminate the atmosphere of the Han people, so it can be true. " The so-called "not influenced by Chinese culture" means that he can freely express his true feelings, and his artistic conception is natural, and there is no problem of imitation and allusions. Chen Weisong, Zhu Yizun and other poets in the early Qing Dynasty did not get rid of the fetters of the ancients, but took the old environment of the predecessors as their own abilities. There are always famous sayings and sentences in front, so no matter how good a work is, it is inevitable that it will have the shadow of the famous works of the former sages and cannot surpass the ancients. It's not that they don't want to create a new image. They are limited by their thinking habits and their talents, which makes them look for a word for life. However, with keen observation, fresh feeling and high language generalization, Nalan Xingde opened up a new realm and showed extraordinary artistic creativity. He is good at using his mind's eye, looking directly at the scene in front of him, directly expressing his feelings, truly and accurately conveying the scene that everyone can see and everyone can't say, and creating a brand-new inhuman artistic conception. His famous phrases "A thousand lights a night" and "Ice melts into the river" are as spectacular as "The bright moon shines on snow" and "The long river sets the yen". His sad writing often seems casual, but it doesn't make people feel straightforward. He fused and expanded his personal grief into a universal expression of human nature, which resonated with readers and had a unique aesthetic personality and strong appeal. For 300 years, especially in the last 100 years, he has the most readers and the greatest influence. He is also one of the most outstanding ancient poets in China.
The character of Nalan Xingde is also commendable. He is good friends with many frustrated Han literati and gives them sincere help. At the request of Gu Zhenguan Qing, he saved Wu Zhaoqian from entering the customs, and "funeral for the dead" is even more legendary.
Nalan Xingde's original two collections of Ci, Drinking Water and Side Hat, are now collectively called Drinking Water Ci, or Tongzhitang Ci, with more than 300 words.
Hard work is the most pitiful day, month and month. The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are lost. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. It's easy to die without that kind of fate. The swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
The word "love" often says: it's so hard!
This kind of emotional experience, in Nalan Xingde's pen, obtained such a poetic expression: "Hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon"!
Isn't it? Look at the moon in the sky that day. "The past is like a ring, and the past is like a sigh." It's hard to wait and look forward to it!