A person's life is like a city wall that has aged, piled up with countless verdant sun and moon.Days are bricks and tiles, life is beams and pillars.Inside the city wall, it is full of life and emotion.What is life?It was in the early spring of March, watching a group of swallows build their nests in the ancient courtyard; it was in the cool summer, watching the pond full of lotuses growing lonely in the water; it was in the late autumn when the wind blows, watching a fallen leaf, Quietly rushing to the beautiful death; it is on a snowy winter night, watching a white fox fleeing in the desolate forest.

No matter how far time has gone, the way of coming and going is still the same as before, and will not change due to the migration of dynasties.In the long river of time, many lives are as small as gravel, and there are really not many that we can remember.The swallows are still in front of Wang Xietang, the emperors and generals have passed away, and the vicissitudes of life, who is in charge of the ups and downs?Overlooking the world of fireworks, all things follow the laws of nature and grow steadily within their own boundaries.Compared with all things, human life is really insignificant.

But we should still remember a name, a name called Nalan Rongruo, and remember his "Drinking Water Ci".Standing at the crossroads of time, follow the wind of history, flow backwards, to search for a piece of the past 300 years ago, and salvage a Qing Dynasty's legacy that is as deep as the sea.He was born in the family of princes and nobles, and his noble blood forged the supreme honor in this life.Originally, it was a fire cooking oil and blooming flowers, but he prefers the world of ice and snow, and the fallen leaves in three autumns.He has wealth and luxury, but longs for the pleasures of ordinary people; he lives with red walls and green tiles, but thinks of a hut with bamboo fences;

In Nalan Rongruo's previous life, she was a golden lotus who had cultivated before the Buddha. She was greedy for the color and smell of fireworks in the world, and was destined to travel in this world of mortals in this life.So he has a clean heart, a Zen mind like water, and a compassionate love.Nalan Rongruo's life followed the trajectory of fate, impartial, neither long nor short, for a total of thirty-one years.In front of the Buddha, he is as indifferent as a lotus, but he can save the common people; in the world, he is prosperous like a brocade, but he is not as good as a plant after all.

He claims to be an infatuated species in the sky, not a wealthy flower in the world.He used his thirty years of age to accompany his beloved wife who was always nineteen years old.Under the vegetation and yellow dust, they have a happy little nest built with emotion.Not very spacious, but very comfortable; not very bright, but very quiet; not very gorgeous, but very comfortable.You don't need much decoration, just a pot of fine wine and a volume of "Drinking Water Poetry", because that romantic and talented man, even if he is buried in the dust, will not forget to toast his beauty with poetry and wine.The warmth of the world can be transmitted to them through the coolness of the loess, a ray of breeze, a meter of sunshine, and a sliver of moonlight.There are also red leaves throughout the autumn, which are enough to warm their cold and rekindle the shallow fate once.He was affectionate as promised, and finally failed, another peerless beauty in Jiangnan in his dream.

The years are boundless, and the life is boundless.Let us have what we can have and cherish what we can cherish in our limited life.Don't let things pass by in a hurry, don't disappoint, this is the only life.Nalan Rongruo's "Drinking Water Ci" is still placed by the pillow of thousands of people and recited together with the moon.The lotus that Nalan Rongruo likes still grows beside the Lushui Pavilion. The lotus in the pond should be three hundred years old.For three hundred years, he died once in his life, and died together once. He has seen the honor and disgrace of the mortal world, and knows the vicissitudes of the world.Let us just listen to it quietly. There used to be a talented man named Nalan Rongruo.

In Qingqiu, wearing a cloud dress at dusk, visiting the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, seeing the lotus in the pond, with the last flowers falling.The crescent moon and lonely boat, the remnant lotus and dry stalks, are like an aging love, an aging story.I think of Li Yishan's words: leave the lotus to listen to the sound of rain.The poetic rhyme here makes the cold heart and belated dreams have a kind of silent beauty.Prosperity is shut outside the door, and I am the only one who tastes this cut, pure time.Thinking of Nalan's poem "Linjiang Fairy Cold Willow", I lowered my eyebrows and raised my pen, and wrote "Linjiang Fairy Autumn Lotus" with rhyme, and chatted for sending.

There is nowhere to look for green and red, why only wither.A poetic rhyme locks the window cold.Cause and effect are always related. This is a pure guest of Yuntai, how can we meet in Qiushan.Easy to come and hard to go.Let the wind be the master, and stay with the moon forever. Bai Luomei Taihu Lake in Qingqiu 2010