Chapter 7 Chapter 1 Whose Side Are You?

After the rain, the sky is like washing, especially clear and bright, as if filtering out all the dust in the world, including sadness.Sorrows and joys are like dreams, life is a reincarnation, we are still lamenting the haze of misty rain, and the sun no longer knows when the moisture will evaporate.When we are immersed in the warmth of the sun, we will be overwhelmed by an inexplicable rainstorm.A person who has lived in the world for a long time will gradually get used to the changes of the four seasons, the change of sunshine and rain, as well as all the joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death.

This kind of habit is not indifference, not alienation, but a kind of relief and calmness after thousands of sails have passed.This kind of calm needs to be piled up over time, and there are too many stories of spring breeze and autumn moon to slowly settle.Delete the complicated, leave the simplicity, cut the redundant, leave the simple.In the end, when you open the picture scroll of life, there are just a few strokes, without much color, but vivid and vivid, which makes people unforgettable after seeing it. Nalan, after a serious illness, pushed open the window and saw warblers flying and grasses growing in the yard, butterflies buzzing with bees, and realized that he had really let down too much of the natural beauty.It seems that every flower here is smiling at him, every grass has blessed him, and every dust is waiting for him.He felt that the once-fired paradise was gradually returning to its original appearance.And all the creatures in the garden have recovered, only he is still immersed in the past, and he does not know his way back.

He felt that he should go out, shake off the cold air on his body, and eat the sunshine with big mouthfuls.Only in this way can he be reborn and revived together with the grass and trees here.The so-called rebirth means that there has been death. He believes that there is not much difference between being sick in bed these few months and dying.Today's Nalan can stand under the sun and see the beauty left by the years on the tile eaves. Nalan put on his clothes and walked out of the yard, walked along the winding path and corridor, and turned around the rockery.He was going to Lvheyuan, even though his mother strongly opposed it, but he didn't have any disputes, he only moved her with his extremely calm eyes and tone.This is his long-cherished wish, and after it is over, he will give his parents an explanation.He seemed to hear the sound of the piano, gurgling like running water, and the chaotic reds were flying in the wind.

But when he pushed open the vermilion door and walked through the winding path, there was nothingness under the long corridor.In the pond, there are only a few duckweeds and some lonely fallen leaves, and the fish that used to swim happily are gone.The sun is still there, but the snow cat is also missing.This is a courtyard that has lost its owner, but Nalan clearly saw that girl who was as clean as a pear blossom, sitting in the sunshine, her beautiful hair bun had his favorite jade hairpin in the shape of a plum blossom.Because he is her cousin Donglang, who was born in the plum blossom season, she can't forget him.

There was no pain, his heart was as cool as water, because in his memory, the girl's smile was always so clean, and he was not allowed to have any more sadness.There will be no more disturbing and lingering, and he will pack up his mood, he will hide everything here in a small corner of his heart.When closing the door, he smiled, and he wanted to say goodbye to Cousin Qingmei with a smile.Because he knew that he and her were still under the same sky, and only separated by a city wall, he could hear each other's heartbeat and smell each other's breath.In this way, enough. He went to the temple and burned a stick of incense. The Buddha looked at him with compassionate eyes and told him that cause and effect are fixed and cannot be forced.He went to the theater to watch a play. Those actors who were dressed up in colorful clothes were still sad and happy in other people's stories.He seemed to realize something, but he didn't seem to realize anything.He started to study hard, turned on the lamp day and night, and wandered in the vast sea of ​​books. At this time, he realized that even though he was so talented, he was just a drop of water in the sea of ​​books.I also feel worthy of the praise of the prodigy in the past, as well as the success of the provincial and general examinations.History is like a vast ocean, with endless connotations and stories. Every wave is a wind and cloud, and every wave is a legend.Nalan felt that he was the one picking up the waves. He wanted to collect these scattered water drops and gather them into rivers repeatedly.

Nalan pays homage to Xu Qianxue, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, as his teacher. Xu Qianxue appreciates this young talent very much. He believes that one day, Nalan will break through the clouds like a swan, and pursue even greater ambitions.Nalan was not arrogant because of his noble status. On the contrary, he studied with an open mind. Under the guidance of a famous teacher, he collected a large amount of historical materials and compiled a large series of books explaining Confucian classics.During this period, Nalan was like an exiled boat, cruising the river of history with a long wooden pole alone.No matter how many times the turbulent waves hit the waves, he kept himself as calm as before, salvaging the scattered optical and film fragments of history along the way, not to restore anything, but to hold back some memories that can be preserved in the lost civilization.

Nalan spent two full years compiling a copy of "Tongzhitang Jingjie".The book contains 138 scriptures and interpretations from pre-Qin to Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming, and Nalan Rongruo wrote 2 of them, totaling 1,800 volumes.Once this book came out, it caused a sensation in the government and the public. From the Cabinet Martial Arts Hall to the bookstores of factories and factories, it was reprinted one edition after another.Later, Emperor Qianlong believed that "it is a collection of books from various schools, and the classics are comprehensive and comprehensive, which is enough to commend the Six Classics."With the help of the compilation of "Siku Quanshu", he ordered the ministers to take "Tongzhitang Jingjie" as "Siku" as "Siku" The original version was published and circulated to "benefit scholars".

And Kangxi, the emperor of the dynasty, admired this talented man of the Qing Dynasty even more.He has long heard that Nalan Rongruo, the eldest son of Nalan Mingzhu, is a child prodigy, proficient in riding and archery, and is familiar with poetry.There have been a few encounters, and Nalan in my impression is a handsome and suave young man, but every time he comes and goes in a hurry, and has never really met.He ordered the little eunuch beside him to send an edict to Nalan, and meet him in the gazebo of Yishuiyuan in Xishan, Beijing. He wanted to have a knee-to-knee conversation with this talented man, without being bound by the distinction between monarch and minister.At this time, Nalan was still in the process of compiling "Tongzhitang Jingjie", but Emperor Kangxi couldn't wait to meet this talented man.

The scenic area around Xishan has verdant forests, misty mountains, flowing springs and waterfalls, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.The emperors of the feudal dynasties of the Liao, Jin, Yuan, Ming, and Qing Dynasties all took a fancy to this beautiful Fengshui land and built royal gardens and private villas here.Rong Ruojia's Pearl Xiangguo Garden is also built in this direction, with four seasons of bright scenery, mountain springs, forests and rocks, elegant and quiet.There are several temples in the mountains and forests, and the sound of bells and drums often echoes in the deep valley.

When Nalan came into close contact with the emperor who was only one year older than himself, he was also amazed.Because the Emperor Kangxi in front of him is so wise and wise, his demeanor is similar to that of Nalan Rongruo, but the domineering aura unique to emperors in him is beyond Nalan's reach.Together, they overlooked the splendid mountains and rivers, and saw the vast expanse of green ponds under their feet. They had a kind of boldness and open-mindedness to conquer nature.Having a drink in the booth and discussing the important affairs of the country, Nalan was overwhelmed by Kangxi's arrogance and arrogance. His kingly arrogance aroused a man's grand ambition and passion.And Kangxi was also attracted by Nalan's tenderness and soft temperament, he possessed the elegance and purity that no male in Saibei had ever had.

Kangxi is a swan flying in the wilderness, chasing the wind and chasing the sun in the vast sky, and the wind and clouds are endless; while Nalan is a Qingyue plum blossom growing on the banks of the south of the Yangtze River, with clean style and clear feelings.Kangxi saw that Nalan was generous in front of him, not submissive, and remembered that he was famous for writing lyrics, so he asked him if he had any new works. Nalan Rongruo just wrote a poem, and it was autumn , Nalan immediately read out his previous "Water Tune Getou Title Xishan Autumn Shuang Picture". The empty mountain is quiet, and the shadows of the water and the moon are sinking.Outside the leisurely world, no dust is allowed.At the end of the year, when I recalled the place I visited, I still remember the half-pole slanted, reflecting the sparse forest.In the extremely thatched hut, the old monk was chanting alone. Tin in the cloud, fishing at the head of the stream, piano by the stream.There are a few clogs in this life, who knows how to lie and wander.Zhun plans to go back by the wind, and turn his head to Huai'an by mistake, when will he have to throw a hairpin.The cloth socks are green, but I am looking for pictures. Kangxi didn't say much, he was deeply impressed by the handsome talent in front of him, he knew that Nalan would eventually be used by his side in the near future.When Nalan saw Ying Tianzi in front of him, he seemed to feel that Cousin Qingmei would gradually find his own happiness.After so many days of boredom, I suddenly felt a lot more comfortable at this time, and I felt comforted in my heart. But Nalan was still sentimental after all. When he got home and saw Qingqiu Langyue, he wrote these two poems.His words seem to be the last mourning for the lost love, because another happiness is very close to him, only one step away.