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Chapter 19 Chapter Three

It is said that every time you experience an encounter in life, you will become more mature and calm.Before Sangtian was the sea, but after the past, it was like clouds.In the world, we are all weaklings, playing humble roles, and it ends in tragedy in the end.When people die, enthusiasm lives; when people live, enthusiasm dies.The living, because they can't forget, mourn the dead day and night; the dead, because they can't let go, their souls haunt the living.But we always believe that some love can transcend the boundary of life and death, and can also go hand in hand in heaven and earth.

The love that Nalan firmly believes in is the plum blossoms falling in May.The staying together he was looking forward to was a promise that could never be fulfilled.His beloved wife died, and his cousin left. These days, he supported his thin body and looked for peace in the Sanskrit scriptures.When he was young, Nalan liked to read scriptures. Many of his calligraphy exercises were copied from Buddhist scriptures. He is familiar with scriptures such as the Lotus Sutra, the Shurangama Sutra, and the Great Compassion Mantra.Although he was never obsessed with Buddhism, he yearned for the ethereal and peaceful artistic conception of Buddhist thought.Reluctantly falling into the net of dust, bound by love, bound by fame, he has been unable to meditate in meditation and enlightenment.

He called himself "Lengjia Mountain Man".Later, Liang Peilan, a Lingnan poet, wrote a mourning poem for Nalan Xingde: "The Buddha said that Lenga is good, and the year comes from the signature. I have forgotten Suhui, and I have already realized other births." Nalan likes water, and wherever he lives, there are Accompanied by water, lotuses are planted in the water, and there is an artistic conception of facing the water and shining flowers.He was a green lotus in front of the Buddha in his previous life, so the clear and dust-free water is his destination.The water gives him tranquility and tranquility, and washes away the dust he has accumulated in the mortal world.The water of wisdom, the water of spirituality, and the water of gentleness give people a Zen mind, clearness and indifference.

In the turbulent world, we are always involuntarily like this. When we are tired, what we want is peace and indifference?When I wake up in the morning, look at a dew-condensing plant outside the window, and quietly tell about the dream of last night.After dusk, watch a group of neat wild geese flying slowly towards the old-fashioned houses.When you are lonely, watch a water lily open and close quietly under the moonlight.When empty, look at a handful of new tea, gently blooming in the cup until all the emptiness is filled.When it is cold, it is a kind of leisure to see the dust scattered by the warm sun, covering the palms and backs of hands.In fact, happiness is really simple. Those high-sounding fragments will only fill the heart more and more empty, while some small and plain details can bring soft touch.

Nalan Rongruo read the "Langa Sutra" in both hands, and was infected by the faint artistic conception and simple and ancient characters.Buddhists learn to let go, teach people how to make choices, and teach people to maintain a calm mind.The scriptures are like a cool medicine, applied to the burning wound, it immediately relieves the pain.The Sanskrit sound is like a melody from nature, which can wash away the chaotic thoughts in the heart and calm the impetuous heart slowly.In the realm of meditation, you can be less attached to life and death, and less rigid in love and hatred.Nalan became attached to the Buddha in this way, no longer caring about gathering clouds and scattering, and revealing a calm and peaceful heart between the opening and closing of lotus flowers.

Nalan gradually woke up from the past. In the days when he lost his love, he burned books to keep warm, and practiced Zen to meditate.He planted lotus in Lushui Pavilion, and wrote lyrics with friends.For a distinguished and talented nobleman like Nalan, there are many people who cling to the powerful and arty.And as noble as Nalan, how can he be willing to join forces with these people? Although the social reality makes many people work hard to change themselves and lose their authenticity, Nalan can't follow the trend.He doesn't admire the vanity of being full of friends, doesn't need the favor of dignitaries, and doesn't even bother to associate with wine and meat.

Nalan is also afraid of loneliness, and he will be at a loss in the world full of wind and smoke.The friendship he desires is a kind of confidant who can cook wine and talk, exchange cups, a friend who can warm and cherish each other in the journey of life, a friend of gentlemen who does not care about utility, connects with each other, and is open-minded and leisurely.Most of Nalan's friends are romantic and famous people in the south of the Yangtze River, with aloof and undisciplined temperament, open-minded and informal.Moreover, the people Nalan cited as his confidants were all much older than him, and their identities were also very different from him.But Nalan believes that there is no distinction between high and low, regardless of age, race, or family status among friends. As long as they have similar temperaments, they can treat each other with sincerity.Nalan treats each other unreservedly, both materially and spiritually, which arouses the admiration and admiration of those talented but down-and-out celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River.In their eyes, Nalan is a true gentleman with the utmost affection and nature, and a wonderful flower in the literary world.They can deliver emotions frankly and give sincerity.

"Take elegance as your life, and friends as your lungs." This is Nalan Rongruo, no matter how much pain and grievances he has suffered, he still integrates elegance into his life and his confidant into his heart.They burn each other with sincerity to keep warm, let the cold and damp life transpire in the warm friendship.They believe that such a temperament that is not connected with reality, and a talent that is not appreciated by the world, is a proud out-of-print in the world. Among Nalan's many friends, there is one who has the deepest bond with him.He was Gu Zhenguan from Wuxi, Jiangsu Province. He came from a scholarly family. He was a well-known scholar in the south of the Yangtze River at that time. His talent and cultivation were outstanding.Nalan hit it off with him at first sight, and they were attracted by each other's talents and bearing.Nalan wrote several "Golden Hazel Songs" and presented them to Gu Zhenguan.

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The three "Golden Hazel Songs" were all written by Nalan for his friend Liang Fen, who was Gu Zhenguan's alias.If it weren't for the deep friendship and like-mindedness, how could Nalan spare no effort to chant words and phrases for a friend repeatedly?And every word and sentence, from the heart, makes people feel emotional.He lamented the late meeting and hoped that there would be an afterlife to make up for the missed time in this life.This vow was as hot as a fire, as if understanding him was as deep as understanding herself.They threw a piece of ice heart into the jade pot, boiled it into green tea, drank it together, and remembered this friendship forever.

At the beginning, when Gu Zhenguan came to the capital, Nalan specially built him a thatched hut in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, just to fulfill his dream of poetic dwelling.By the side of the Lushui Pavilion and under the acacia tree, they watched the water and admired the lotus together, sang poems, and communicated poetically and purely.Their happiness is the joy of frying candles and cooking tea; their elegance is the elegance of writing lyrics on a moonlit night; their love is the love of boating and picking lotus.When Nalan lamented that it was too late to see each other in this life, he didn't know that there was not much time left.A few years later, Nalan died young. Among the friends, the most heartbroken one was his best friend Gu Zhenguan.He sadly left the thatched hut that Rong Ruo built for him, retired to his hometown, and vowed to "never repeat long and short sentences".

Such a friendship is like Boya breaking the strings for Ziqi, because Gu Zhenguan knows that Rong is his only confidant in this life, and no one can replace him.Just like the green mountains cannot be separated from the clear water, the spring cannot be separated from the white snow, and the breeze cannot be separated from the bright moon.If it were someone else, I couldn't give him the pure and pure feelings, the warm and soft touch, and the promise of the past and present.Until one day, when Nalan couldn't care for him, he couldn't give Nalan warmth.Just remember that in their fleeting years like water, there was a thatched hut that stayed for several years, but it had lost its owner yesterday. On the days when he was accompanied by his confidant and good friend, Nalan put away his empty heart and quietly sorted out his ci works in the Lushui Pavilion.He compiled a collection of words called "The Collection of Side Hats".His good friend Gu Zhenguan later republished Nalan's Ci and renamed it "Drinking Water Ci".Perhaps Nalan really has a deep connection with Buddhism. The name of drinking water comes from the Northern Song Dynasty monk Daoyuan's "Chuan Deng Lu Mengshan Daoming" "like a person drinking water, he knows whether he is warm or cold." "Every family is competing to sing drinking water poems, how many people know about Nalan's heart?" Nalan's poems are praised by the world because of Nalan's love, Nalan's heart, and Nalan's spirit, which are unspeakable. beauty.We read his words not only to pity his life experience and journey, but also because his words subtly express our deepest feelings.That kind of true beauty, piercing pain, is like a jade bracelet tied on the wrist, once you put it on, you never want to take it off again.Even so, he is still lonely after all. In the river of time, he propped up a light boat melancholy and ferried to the port where no one took him in.
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