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Chapter 14 Chapter Three

How much hate the west wind blows 白落梅 2401Words 2018-03-16

In the depths of love, parting is the most feared thing. At the crossing of life, there are many long and short partings that make people caught off guard and lead each other with dreams.In fact, the world of emotions is full of illusions.Some people see the direction clearly and move forward courageously, but some people often get lost at the fork in the road and get confused.How many emotions can wait until the fleeting time to change their appearance and still not change?The intersections that once existed will eventually be separated, and those who hold hands and look at each other will eventually become backs. From the moment Nalan untied the reins and rode his horse beyond the fortress, he missed his beloved wife all the time.Some people say that Nalan is not a generous person. Although he has been a general and is first-rate in riding and shooting, he can never escape the sentimental temperament of a literati.So Kangxi would not reuse him in government affairs, but he needed such a person to accompany him in life.Not only Emperor Kangxi, but also thousands of people in the world can see their shadow in Nalan.The shadow is related to emotion, and everything in the world is only emotional, and only emotion is moving.Even a hard-hearted person still has a soft side deep in his heart.The reason why Nalan Ci is passed down and recited by people is inseparable from the love character. When it comes to Nalan, you will think that if life is just like the first time you see it, if you think of it, you are not a rich flower in the world, but if you think of it, I am a melancholy guest in the world.What appeared in front of my eyes was a handsome and melancholy young man holding a scroll, sitting under the open window, and the ground was covered with red outside the window.At this time, Nalan was exiled in the far north of Saibei, the sky was high and the clouds were calm, just like his heart, so wide and untouchable.That kind of void, even if it is piled up with all things, it cannot be filled.On the journey of life, some people see the scenery they want to see earlier, so they realize it earlier; some people see the scenery they want to see later, so they realize it later.Nalan is the one who realized earlier. Enlightenment is not enlightenment, but a deeper understanding of suffering and sorrow.So his heart is like water under ice, flowing day and night, but no one knows. When Kangxi went on a tour to investigate the people's sentiments, Nalan followed him and only played the role of foil and protection. He never discussed state affairs with him. With Kangxi's sobriety and wisdom, it seemed that Nalan's talent was only suitable for Xueyuefenghua.But Kangxi couldn't do without him, he needed such a poetic courtier by his side to embellish his boring life.Perhaps Kangxi understood Nalan's thoughts better than anyone else, but he is the emperor, and all people in the world can use him.In his eyes, Nalan is not a slave, but a hermit who transcends the world.He restricted his freedom, but envied his chicness, because he could restrain his body, but not his heart.So his heart is still soaked in love, and his creativity can still flow like a clear spring. Follow Kangxi around in the daytime, what a courtier can do for the monarch is to go through fire and water, and be devastated.Nalan is a committed and responsible person. Although he is dissatisfied with his position, he is dedicated to Kangxi.Kangxi once said to him that even if there is chaos and turbulent waves outside, in Nalan's body, one can see that the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and the waves are calm.Nalan is a person who yearns for peace. Such a person is not suitable to participate in politics. His heart is too soft and compassionate.Nalan Mingzhu's power over the government and the public, becoming an important minister of the Kangxi Dynasty, does not seem to have much connection with Nalan Rongruo.Rong Ruo is often hindered by his father's power, which makes him unable to take it easy.At this point, Kangxi knew clearly that he was an emperor and needed to win over all kinds of talents.To some extent, he was more involuntary than Nalan. In the silent night, Nalan could finally wash off the dust all over his body and indulge in his own world.Cloaked in front of the window, the fire in the house is burning brightly, warming the milk wine outside the Great Wall, he is still more used to the taste of green plum wine.The elegant aroma of the wine reminded him of many childhood memories, those who lost and those who had.Nalan missed his beloved wife, so he took up his pen to fill out "Partridge Sky" and "Qing Ping Le". Bie Xu Rusi can't sleep, it's like a lonely pillow dreaming of the border city.Because I heard the rain in the third watch of Zisai, I recalled the midnight lights of the Red House.

Sai Hong is gone, when will the brocade be sent?I remember pretending to hold back tears in front of the lamp, but asked if the Ming Dynasty was going to go.

What Nalan can't forget is the old dream of the Red Mansion, and the characters Mandarin Duck and Brocade.He is an innate love, half dreaming and half awake in the real world.Although I am outside the Great Wall and listening to the wind, I can't sleep alone.Sometimes, he himself doesn't understand why he makes himself so miserable.There will always be an inexplicable emotion in my heart, no matter when it is noisy or quiet, this emotion just wants to be entangled endlessly.Words and love are poisons to Nalan, the more he misses them, the more addicted they become.His poison was planted in his heart from birth, and grew into a tree as time passed.This tree does not shelter from the wind or rain, but is full of melancholy and lovesickness.And he stood under the tree, watching his drug addiction getting worse and worse, almost dying of illness, there was nothing he could do. And those who read Nalan's words and deeply understand Nalan can't help being poisoned with him.In fact, we are not poisoned by Nalan, but we are fascinated by the emotions he brewed. Those words and sentences related to life and love always coincide with our state of mind.We can't help but like it, and we are willing to immerse ourselves in it, without tea or food, without saying a word.Because the secular world is like wind and frost, forcing us to escape. It is Nalan who created such a dream for us. Although it is a sentimental dream, it is compassionate and gentle.We can see our own shadow in our dreams, this is Nalan's greatest charm. Nalan transmitted his poison to others, but he didn't get better, but continued to be ill. He was so sick that he didn't know who to turn to to heal his wounds.He was really sick. In the cold beyond the Great Wall, he suffered from a cold disease. The root cause of the disease that had fallen down once again recurred. The fierce attack made the imperial doctors and military doctors who followed him helpless.Nalan had a high fever all day and night, convulsions all over his body and excruciating pain.Sometimes he was sober and sometimes unconscious, just tossing so hard.In the depths of his heart, there is a strong sense of loneliness, loss and emptiness that has been entangled, which has kept his illness from getting better. Only he himself knows the reason, why the cold disease relapses, why he can't afford to be so sick.He entered the official career, but the official career path was not his original intention; he went in and out of the palace every day, but everything he did was unsatisfactory.Having seen too much complexity and darkness in the officialdom, such days made him feel like he was facing an abyss.Accompanied by driving and marching, his already frail and sickly body was even more vulnerable to wind and rain, and his spirit also felt like walking on thin ice.Coupled with the parting from his beloved wife, he no longer has the strength to trek in the desert.The wind and cold hit my bones, and I couldn't support it. I fell to the end of the world and couldn't even see someone to warm me. When he was sick in bed, as soon as he woke up, the boundless loneliness would invade him.When there is no support, he can only be accompanied by words, words are confidants, words are lovers.During his illness, he filled in many words in order to understand his feelings. In the evening, I listened to the head of the city again, and I felt sick when I became ill.The first boiling of the medicine furnace is short-lived, and there is no residual fragrance, half a wisp of annoyance and passion. The green sleeves are cold and thin, and the curtains go into the night sky.The sick face lifted Yuemingzhong, causing a trace of the old smoker cage. Ye Yu made autumn, just right in his heart, and taught him to cherish and protect the wind.Who is it that makes me sick?Who is more ashamed? His words, every word and sentence, are full of sorrow and hatred, as if this is the only way to have the strength of Nalan.He wrote it with sincerity, and the viewers were also deeply moved.Amorousness has been sickly since ancient times, and it can make someone sick.Standing in front of us is a weak and sentimental talented man, he makes people love and pity him, and makes people want to give him all their warmth and blessings, and even take his place of illness, as long as his pain can be reduced by a little bit. A little bit, then a little bit, is the greatest compassion in our life.In the vast wilderness, his words are like a letter that has nowhere to be delivered. I don't know if the person in the distance can see clearly through the mountains and rivers.

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