Chapter 2 Huanxisha

In the past eighteen years, I have fallen into the world, blowing flowers, chewing pistils and making ice strings, who is my love for? The purple jade hairpin leans against the shadow of the lamp, and the red cotton powder is cold on the side of the pillow.Looking at the benefits but speechless. 【So speechless】 One said that this poem was written by Rong Ruo to his childhood sweetheart, and another said that he wrote it to his wife Lu Shi after they got married.I personally prefer the former.There is no evidence, just a feeling that this young and speculative love is a teenage affair. I have been thinking, in Rong Ruo's life, before Lu Shi, if there really was another woman whom he loved so much, what would she look like?Is it true that the surname is that affectionate "Xie"?For the time being, let's assume that they have existed. The relationship is illusory, and whether it has existed or not is actually not a lie.

There are only two ways for a man and a woman to go hand in hand: to continue or to give up, to wait side by side for the beautiful and full moon after the wind and moon in the world; or to see the better scenery over there decisively and separate. There are so many sad sentiments in "Drinking Water Ci".Regret or hatred, unrequited love, Rong Ruo's abandonment is obviously caused by external factors. These kinds of conflicts and pains are not derived from being in love with a wife who loves him all day long. In ancient times, it was a great responsibility for men to carry on the family line. They seldom married the woman they liked. They often didn't know what the woman opposite looked like before they took off the hijab. Love was a matter of later life.Rongruo is Mingzhu's eldest son, it is doomed that his love will always be placed after the responsibility of the family, and cannot be escaped and resisted.After Rong Ruo thanked her mother, she knew that there must be someone to replace her, and it didn't matter who it was.Is it a responsibility or a need to marry Mrs. Lu?No way of knowing.

In Rong Ruo's words, I seem to see the scene they used to get along with: she is very talented, she must be very good at writing and ink, and she is good at playing zither.On a cold moonlit night, Rong Ruo heard Xiao's sound, and followed the sound to her place of residence, and saw her standing on the corridor blowing Xiao, her figure was thin, her eyebrows and eyes were even more cool and dusty in the moonlight. The sentence "I have fallen into the world for eighteen years" in the word is adapted from Li Shangyin's "Manqian Ci" "I have fallen into the world for eighteen years, and the dream of Yaochi has returned to Bitaoxian." ".The story goes that Dongfang Shuo told people when he was about to die that only the Grand Prince knew me.After he died, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty summoned the Grand Prince to ask, "Do you know Dongfang Shuo?"Emperor Wu asked him again, are there all the stars in the sky?Tai Wanggong replied: "All the stars are there, but Sui Xing has not been seen for eighteen years, and I will see you again today." Only then did Emperor Wu know that Dongfang Shuo, who had been planning by his side for eighteen years, was Sui Xing Linfan.Rong Ruo used this allusion not only to point out that Yi Ren was young, but also to imply that the two were childhood sweethearts.

Rong Ruo did not write about Xie Niang's appearance, appearance, and clothing, but by capturing her movements, she portrayed a cute, gentle and straightforward woman. "Blowing flowers" is actually "blowing leaves", that is, using leaves to blow out tones; "chewing pistils" means chewing pistils to make the mouth fragrant; "Taizhen Gaiden" once recorded that in Kaiyuan, Zhongguan Bai Jizhen brought back a pipa from Sichuan to Concubine Yang, and its strings were "green ice silk tributed by Jumi Kingdom".In Rong Ruo's later mourning poems, there are also "swallows born in the dust, empty buildings, and broken strings and ropes on the head of the bed. It's the same as the dawn wind and the moon, but now it touches the mood and adds sorrow." (The words and sentences of "Qing Ping Le")

The words ran out for a while, but the affection was still long and deep. He saw her lying on the red cotton pillow, the purple jade hairpin in her hair swaying and trembling under the shadow of the lamp.Looking at her face and demeanor under the lamp, they are all like jade and fragrance.This is just right, but I can't come up with any words to praise her, I know she is good, but I can't say it out of my mouth, the words are not expressive, and I can't tease her lightly.It is obvious that the person in front of me is close and relative, but suddenly there is a sense of confusion in my heart about who the beautiful woman belongs to.

Rong Ruo really loved Xie Niang, so at that moment he was able to approach the subtle truth of Ai Wang Ran: a psychic little fox who refused to be tamed by anyone. Note: Zhongguan, that is, eunuch.Zhongguancun used to be the place where eunuchs were buried, which is now known as the predecessor of Zhongguancun. Huanxisha Who would have thought that the west wind is cool alone, and the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed.Contemplate the past and set the setting sun. Don't be surprised by the wine, Chun sleeps heavily, and the gambling book disappears with the fragrance of tea.At that time, it was only normal.

【Tao is unusual】 This is a word of memory.The good sentences in Nalan's poems are as colorful as stars, and every time I read the sentence "it was just ordinary at that time", I always have to release the book.If the mood is off, you will almost be drawn to tears.This sentence can also be regarded as the soul of Nalan Ci.Because I love it so much, I even used it as the title of the book.I also think of another sentence "For your heart, for my heart, you will know and remember each other deeply", this kind of love words is an idea that everyone can think of, but can't express perfectly, so it gently breaks people's hearts.

"At that time, only the Tao was ordinary" was as empty as a sentence, and friends sat in pairs and chatted, light and deep.People will grow old and their hearts will be barren. This is no longer an initial naive and shameful oath, but the purple spirit formed after love has turned round and round many times in love. Seeing it, it will make people calm and quiet. Love is beyond reach.Like a wild crane entering the cloud, the shadow of the cloud disappears behind it. She is the woman who once came to his life and spent three years with him.From this he remembered many things with her.In the spring of that year, he was so drunk in the pavilion, he saw her approaching in a trance, her face with graceful eyebrows, came to help him tuck the quilt back.

He looked at her quietly in a state of stupor, silently moved, unaware that the affection in the corners of his eyes and brows was lingering.At that time, he felt that he didn't love her enough, at least there was another woman lying in the middle of this love, and the shadow of "her" fell in his heart, like the peach blossoms on the other side of the river, lingering from beginning to end.The unsatisfactory affair of the young man weighed down his mind. But their husband and wife also have boudoir interests, and they share similar interests and are very affectionate and respect each other.When he is in a good mood, he will also teach her how to write posts, accompany her to read books, and play some elegant games with her.Like Li Qingzhao and her husband Zhao Mingcheng, the two often compete to see whose memory is better than remembering something contained in a certain book, a certain volume, a certain page and a certain line.After checking the original book, the winner can drink tea to show his congratulations, and sometimes he is too happy to let the tea splash on his clothes, leaving a fragrance of tea on his clothes.

On her smiling face, the sun is shining, just like her person is warm and amiable.She loved him so quietly, as if she was willing to serve as a foil, hiding in a place where the sky was not visible for him. He stood here, standing under the window in the setting sun, and saw the fallen leaves rustling.It was the west wind that came again, gently flipping through the past in my heart.Then suddenly, thinking of so many branches and vines living with her, enlarged by memories and regrets, like a plant placed under a microscope, even the cells and veins are all in size. Can you see my bloody regret?They can live and die with each other, and those who hold hands are gently let go.Yes, I love you must not be as deep as you love me, so I dare to be so sloppy and rash.How many other people in this world have been like me, I don't know.

It's also like meeting someone you once loved in the street at dusk, and you can clearly see her backlit profile, eyelash feathers, and tiny moles on her face.And you realize that you just remember it not because you saw it. You remember the round mole between her eyebrows, and when she smiled, there were tiny lines at the corners of her eyes. Everything is so clear, but we have been separated for too long.Time is like water, there seems to be a river in the middle.You can't get through.As the traffic passed by, she disappeared in the crowd in an instant. When you look back, how much do you know when you see flowers falling in your dreams? Think, think, why not think? This kind of flesh and blood connection was only common at that time.Heh, it's not unusual to lose one's soul only after losing it. Huanxi yarn Remnant snow condenses the radiance of the cold painting screen, the flute of falling plum blossoms has been on the third watch, and there is no one where the moon is dim. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with you, I cry freely, and I recall my life in the sound of heartbreak. 【Melancholy Guest】 Legend has it that after Mingzhu passed away, she read Rong Ruo's "Drinking Water Ci" at home and couldn't help crying, and sighed: "This child has everything, why is he so unhappy?" Nine out of ten things that don’t suit you.” With these words, perhaps he can understand his son’s sorrow more deeply.What Rong Ruo wanted in his heart was something he couldn't give.The great abundance of material has two effects: it makes people slack off, or it stimulates people to pursue more profound pursuits.Often, the more everything is in place, the more we feel that there is nothing in our palms. Listen, said the Czech - live elsewhere. Rong Ruo, who was talented at a young age and had a smooth official career but was not greatly used, probably knew it well-his honorary title of imperial bodyguard was just a decoration in front of the emperor's throne.Obviously it was used to appease the heroes, but secretly it was used to prevent the further expansion of his father and son's power.Mingzhu is so powerful, and the eldest son is so shrewd and talented.Don't take him with you, but put him in Liubu to practice. If the wings are full and the tail is big, it will be a big threat to the imperial power.How could Kangxi, who had ascended to the throne at the age of eight and was well versed in the emperor's mind, make such a low-level mistake?To Rong Ruo, she was obviously close, but secretly coerced.It can be said that Mingzhu's power hindered Rong Ruo's official career. Even if he had "economic talents and great ambitions", he could only prostrate under the imperial power, and he could not help but become a victim of the political contest between the emperor and his father. He is often lonely and unhappy, and although he lives in a wealthy family, his temperament is close to that of a poor scholar.Such a mind-drawing and writing will be full of loneliness.The sense of life experience of "Huanxi Sha" is still heavy.The remnant snow in the yard reflects the moonlight and refracts on the painting screen, making the screen painted with colored paintings look even more bleak.It was already three o'clock at night, the moon was dim outside the curtain, and the voice of people was silent.I don't know where the plum flute sounded, whimpering and breaking people's hearts.The next column is Rong Ruo's sigh of hurting himself because of the flute music.Judging from the meaning of the word, it should be more a solitary emotion born of a consonance, rather than a face-to-face conversation between friends. Originally, the words and sentences so far have already made the viewers sigh, but unexpectedly there is the next sentence, "recalling life in the sound of heartbroken" which is even more hurtful.I am used to seeing sorrow without hurting, hiding without expressing it, but it is easier to be moved by such a heart-wrenching and desolate beauty.Close your eyes, you can still see Rong Ruo crying in the heartbroken sound. I originally interpreted this as a love word.In the future, Rong Ruo will feel sad and heartbroken because of the unsuccessful love affairs.Until one day I saw Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"-- Last night the cold crocodile could not stop singing.Shocked back to Qianlimeng, it's already three o'clock.Get up and walk around the steps alone.People are quiet, and the moon is dim outside the curtain. The white head is fame.The old pine and bamboo in the old mountain hinder the return journey.I want to pay Yaoqin my heart.There are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings? I was surprised to see that not only the artistic conception of Shangyu and Rongruo's poems are similar, but also the mood of aspirations and loneliness of heroes is the same.Only then did I realize that my thinking was too narrow before, and I lived up to my good words in a romantic manner. "Song History-Yue Fei Biography" records that after the great victory in Zhuxian Town, Yue Fei "has made great achievements", but "served twelve gold medals a day" and ordered him to retreat.He "wept in anger, and prayed to the east again, saying that the achievements of ten years will be wasted in one day."Chen Yu's "Zang Yi Yu Hua" in the Southern Song Dynasty also contained: Yue Fei's "Thanks for the Recovery of Henan's Amnesty" and "Bao Bing Biao" said: "If you don't keep the covenant with gold and stone, it is difficult to satisfy your request."That is to say, he still opposed the peace treaty after the Song-Jin treaty and advocated the war of resistance.And "Song History-Qin Hui Biography" also said: Yue Fei "takes recovery as his own responsibility, and refuses to join the collegiate discussion" and "repeatedly said that the collegiality failed to count".It can be seen from this that Yue Fei's words are regarded as after he retired from the army.Among them, "Jishan Songzhu is old and hinders his return journey", which means that his hometown in Henan has become an occupied area. Even if he is disarmed and returned to the fields, he will be homeless. "There are few bosom friends, and who will listen to the broken strings?" However, as a main fighter, he naturally lacks a bosom friend and has no way to serve the country. However, the most touching thing is not "I want to put my heart on Yaoqin. If there are few friends, who will listen to the broken strings", but the phrase "white head is fame".Even Yue Fei, an iron-blooded hero who spent his entire life in the army, expressed such sighs, I think it is extremely disheartening, and the pain of fame and world affairs is unbearable to look back on.Becoming a king or being a bandit always depends on the destiny.Things change and stars move, who among all living beings can really leave a name in history? If a person wins three feet of loess in one life, what is the history?The glorious tombstone, the altar that leads you to sacrifice with your time and talent?The only thing a man can promise not to regret is his heart to serve the country and rule the world.So, let's read Rong Ruo's "Recalling Life in the Sound of Broken Heart" again, and the emotion will be even deeper. No one knows the truth that the country is bent, and the fame is misleading.It's a pity that it has always been a man's fate to be greedy for a lifetime of fame and chasing power and wealth.Everyone knows that the end of this road is a cliff, but no one is willing to rein in the horse first.Even for an indifferent person like Tao Yuanming, retiring from seclusion is still tinged with helplessness.If you give him five buckets of rice, you don't have to break your waist. If you give him fifteen buckets of rice, you probably won't. The past is like the wind, blowing away all the sorrows and sorrows that have fallen like snow in my life, like the wings of a butterfly passing over the sea of ​​​​dry hearts.Life is a passerby, trekking in the realm of nothingness.Among the people who are rolling in the world, who is not a melancholy passer-by in the world? Note: Czech: Milan Kundera