Chapter 15 Chapter 4 Return from the storm

Life is a choice. If you choose the passionate years, you have to endure a long parting; if you choose an ordinary life, you can live a long life.Nalan's life cannot be completely decided by himself, he was exiled to Saibei to accept a long farewell.From cold winter to warm spring, I was sick for a few months, and I was in love for a few months. It seemed like decades.When he saw the vegetation growing in the wasteland, the flowers blooming outside the Great Wall, and the swallows slowly returning, he knew that the day to return to the capital was not far away. Nalan is like a swallow. Although he flies with his companions, he falls behind the team, feeling alone and helpless.Last year the swallow was the end of the world, but who is the swallow this year.He is homesick.When a person is sick, no matter how strong he is usually, he is extremely fragile in his illness. I hope there is a person who knows the cold and warm by the bedside, who can feed the soup and medicine frequently, and hold his cold hand to give warmth and warmth , even the mighty emperor who swept the world had such a small wish when he was sick.Sometimes people are not as fragile as a blade of grass, which can withstand wind and rain, and can withstand the trampling of the world; while the human heart is like a piece of paper that can be broken by blowing bullets, without the slightest toughness when it is weak.

A cold illness made Nalan almost emaciated, and the thick cotton coat couldn't wrap his thin body tightly.Seeing that the day of returning home is approaching, it adds to the feeling of lovesickness.Every day and every night, there is only one shadow in my heart, that is, the figure of my beloved wife looking out from the window, and the pair of melancholy and hopeful eyes, as if looking at him and looking at him all the time.He didn't understand that he could be indifferent to fame and fortune, let go of the rich and powerful, and even alienate his family, but why would he be so engraved in love, so soul-stirring.

In fact, Nalan is not the only one who has been affectionate since ancient times.However, what these passionate people left behind may not be all good stories.Emperors, generals, literati, and civilians, there are countless people who have lost their country and ruined their fame for beauties.King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty was fond of wine and sex, fell in love with Daji, and doted on him even more fortunately, and he only obeyed his words.Although it is a bad relationship, isn't it true love?The arrogant and lustful Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty opened the canal to the south of the Yangtze River just to find the beauty of the country. In the end, the emperor could not return to his homeland, which was very sad.The sentimental parting between Xiang Yu and Yu Ji, who cuts the sword in Wujiang, is still being performed on the stage over and over again.Could it be that he was defeated by Liu Bang in the Chu-Han War?No, what was put before the world was just what he said to Yu Ji: "What is the time when the dying is not dying, what is the reason for the dying!" Chat!"

Zhang Chang who thrushes eyebrows for his wife, Tang Bohu who touches autumn fragrance, and too many poignant stories in ancient and modern legends have been written into books, depicted in paintings, and moved to the stage.Whether it is a passionate man or an infatuated beauty, their true feelings have infected generations of men and women in the world.For love, life can die, death can live, immortals are willing to become adults, people are willing to be ghosts, demons cultivate Buddhas, and Buddhas become demons.But they only have one wish, that is—to only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

In this way, we are moved by Nalan again and again, sinking into his words, falling into the fragrant ink, soaking from the beginning to the end, from the inside to the outside.He lived a life of splendor and glass, and he planted his life into a simple and elegant lotus flower.He squandered wealth into poverty, and embellished dullness into enchantment.In fact, Nalan is more eager for fireworks than anyone else, but his desire is not for wine, meat, or material desires, but for pens, inkstones, tea, meditation, and human love.During his illness, his writing continued, as if his thoughts were like gurgling water, without interruption.

The silky rain is like a cloud of dust and water, and the sweet fragrance shatters into Wu Palace.Hundreds of flowers are cold and warm to avoid the east wind, they are cruel and tender, and they are easy to scatter, and swallows learn to cuddle up red. Duck head in spring water, parrot beak in spring mountain, shredded tobacco leaning against the weak wind.The season of flowers is so flattering, the poor man hides his screen and sleeps on the mountain. They are all expressions of love and affection, and the sentiments are all sad for spring and autumn.But every time Nalan can mix thousands of words together to bring different feelings to people and iron out your state of mind.If his word is an acacia tree, the fruit it bears is full of flavors.Different lives, different encounters, different states of mind, taste different tastes.A word you like will always have something to touch your heart, a sentiment, a word, or even the season described in the word can make your calm heart turbulent.At this time, when you look at the flowers, you shed tears when you look at the water, and even the dust on your hands is so compassionate that you can't bear to brush it off.Only Nalan could afford such a subtle touch.

He finally looked forward to the day when he would go home, and he returned to the capital with his drafts and a suit of dust from outside the Great Wall.Only a small grass and a few swallows with mud in their mouths sent him away lightly.When he was leaving, he realized that the place he wanted to leave all the time, when he really turned away from it, he would feel reluctance in his heart.I don't want to let go of the local conditions and customs here, every plant, tree, dust and soil here, and the eyes of a lamb, as if it also knows about people and understands that it will say goodbye to this poet this time.And it is not the case in our life, passing through a place, meeting a flower, meeting a bird, it is all fate.But how many people will cherish these insignificant lives, give them love and pour out their hearts?

Nalan will, there is no reason, just because he is Nalan Rongruo.Nalan Rongruo can be emotional to all the true, good and beautiful people and things in the world.We can do it too, but we often lack a moving heart, a little spirituality, talent and simplicity.People in the world, soaked in the big dye vat of the world of mortals, who would dare to stand under the bright universe and say that they are clean and innocent?Nalan can't either, it's just that he is more immune than ordinary people, he can wash away all the colors and change his body into a natural ancient charm.Life is like this, there are gains and losses, what you gain here, you will lose there.Therefore, when we lament the loss, we should also think about what we have.

The long journey from outside the Great Wall to the capital made his already weak body even weaker.When he returned to Mingfu Garden, he found that this gentle and rich town that he had always hated was actually the most beautiful paradise on earth.He has the care of his parents, the companionship of his beloved wife, the respect of his servants, and the familiar palaces, buildings, flowers, trees, insects and birds smiling at him.It turns out that a person needs the warmth of home and the comfort of relatives so much.Nalan thought, if he stayed away from the crowd, lived alone in the mountains, and became a detached hermit, even if he was accompanied by a beautiful woman, he would watch a few wisps of cooking smoke in a small thatched nest every day, chewing wild vegetables , can you really be happy?At that time, what kind of feelings will his words and sentences breed?Do you enjoy yourself in the affliction, or complain about the tranquility of the mountains and forests?

A farewell gave him a new perspective on life and life.He even wanted to store his feelings in this place he called home.Wash away the wind and frost of these years, guard this paradise, live in peace, wear silk and satin, wear gems and precious crowns, and swallow jade grains and golden water shields.But he understands that everything is temporary, and temporary warmth cannot bring him permanent stability.He is a pinker, although he wants to be stable in his heart, but fate has already decided everything.He is a hasty passer-by in the world of mortals, and the Mingfu Garden is only a post station where the body temporarily resides. The soul is destined to be like a bird, inseparable from the fate of flying.

On a gentle night, with red candles shining, there is a kind of warmth.The moonlight fell on the room, the green plum wine that Nalan loved to drink was warmed on the fire, and there was a mandarin duck pillow embroidered by his beloved wife in the tent. The person he missed was nestled in his arms, and he could hug her soft waist and smell Her delicate breath, and that refreshing body fragrance.Only at this time, Nalan was able to cut off the inextricable emotions, he just wanted to hug his beloved wife, under the clear moon, and maintain this posture for the rest of his life.Perhaps only in this way, sentimentality can not find a gap, and his heart, occupied by tenderness, can be impeccable. When a person exists in the world, he bears not only emotions, but also responsibilities, and too many ties.Neither Nalan, who is sensitive and melancholy by nature, nor us, who are ordinary, can't relax easily.When the night comes, the glitz fades away, and when we sit alone, we will find that we are just an insect pretending to be busy and a plant pretending to be strong in the troubled world.But Nalan is the one who can calmly see himself clearly in the secular world.