Was there a poet named Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty?

introduction of Nalan Xingde: Manchu poet in Qing dynasty. Formerly known as Chengde, the word Rong Ruo,No. Lengga Mountain people. Its ancestor was originally Tumote's family in Mongolia, but because of the capture of Na-bu, it took the land as its surname and changed its surname to Na-Nalan. In the early 17th century, it was surrendered to Nuerhachi, the Qing emperor, and later belonged to Zhenghuang Banner of Manchuria. His father, Mingzhu, was a university student in Kangxi period of Qing Dynasty.

Nalan Xingde has been diligent in writing and practicing martial arts since childhood. At the age of 18, he was promoted, and at the age of 22, he was born as a scholar. The third-class bodyguard was elected and promoted to the first class, and he was attached to Kangxi. Kangxi appreciated his talent very much, and sent him to Hulun, Heilongjiang Province to investigate the intrusion of Russia and appease the Daur border people. There are "Selected Poems of Tang Dynasty" and "A Brief Introduction to Rhyme". Good at calligraphy, good at painting and calligraphy appreciation.

Nalan Xingde's ci collection "Side Hat Collection" came out in the 17th year of Kangxi (1678) when he was only 24 years old. Then, another collection of words, Drinking Water Ci, was published in Wuzhong. Xu Qianxue, his Chinese teacher, comprehensively compiled his poems, words, essays and poems into Tong Zhi Tang Ji.

after the publication of his ci collection, there was a situation that "every family competed to sing drinking water words" (Cao Yin dialect). This is not only because of his lyrics "lingering and graceful, which is the crown of the times" (in Zheng Zhenduo), but also because of his deep thought, fresh style and unconventional lyrical objects.

Nalan is virtuous. When dabbling in the Chinese literary tradition, he regarded Li Bai and Tao Qian as models. He regards fame and power as a thing of the past, and regards the position of the eldest son of Xiangfu and the bodyguard of the imperial court as an inescapable bondage. When he was less than 3 years old, he was "half sad and worried", which gave birth to the idea that "seagulls have nothing to do, flying around and staying idle", which painted a thick layer of sadness on his works. The theme of homesickness, homesickness, and homesickness for friends can be found in the ci collection. Gu Zhenguan said: "Rong Ruo's Ci is a sad place that people can't bear to read."

When talking about Nalan Xingde, Wang Guowei said, "Nalan Rong Ruo looks at things with the eyes of nature and expresses his feelings with the tongue of nature. This time, when I first entered the Central Plains, I didn't dye the Han people's atmosphere, so it can be true. Since the Northern Song Dynasty, there has been only one person. " It not only points out his historical position in China's ci, but also summarizes his personal style.

Nalan Xingde played an important role in contacting domestic poets in the early Qing Dynasty. His ci style is close to that of Li Yu, and he is known as Li Houzhu in Qing Dynasty. The words written are beautiful and graceful, elegant and far-reaching, and quite distinctive.

Dreaming of Jiangnan

Who does Xiao Li hate because the crow is exhausted? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew to the gallbladder bottle plum, and the heart words became gray.

dream of Jiangnan

the newcomer is good, and he sings like a tiger. A piece of Leng Xiang has only dreams, and it is very thin and poetic. The standard case is known early.

pale yellow willow

(chanting willow)

I haven't slept for three days, and it's autumn. A tree setting in the sun swallows cicadas more, and once took a leave of Fuling. Flocculent leaves have been rolled by the wind, empty and sad.

Don't fold a long strip lightly, Su Xiaohen and Qian said. Do fall, travel and metallurgy chapter Taiwanese guests. The red Banqiao is empty, and the skirt splashes away, and the wind is still dying.

The Fairy Song of the Cave

(Ode to Huang Kui)

It depends on Taoist makeup. Ask others if they are fashionable. For the loneliness, I can't judge Yichun, but I am proud of the standard and open to the late autumn.

unprovoked light rain has damaged the heart of sandalwood, and the mayor of Xiaodie Palace is wrinkled. Why complain about sadness and love for Qiu Guang, being thinned by the west wind for a few days? It's better to lean against the setting sun than to lean against tea.

Bodhisattva Man

It's more bitter to be apart from others because of the wind and rain. Counting the autumn, the toad lays the early chord.

The night is cold, the shock is thin, and tears and snuff fall. Sadness is everywhere, and light dust is on the jade piano.

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the flowers have not stopped, and the red dance has been seen after waking up. I couldn't bear to reply, and I cried a few lines in the breeze.

look at the powder fragrance and don't say goodbye, only the current month is left. The moon is also different at that time, and it is sad and clear.

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Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, but the sticky butterflies fly and still live. People are in the jade building, which is windy all around.

a handful of shredded willow, and a color cage for honeymoons and tiles. Don't be near a little dry, and the sunset is infinite.

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it was only after the flowers that the curtain stopped raining, and I was speechless with a snap of my fingers. Liang Yan returned from the double, with a long pulse.

Xiao Pingshan is far in color, and her makeup is thin and bright. Stand alone on the Yao steps and penetrate the cold golden shoes.

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the crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have no words to ask for clothes, and the moon has gone west.

the west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to shed tears.

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the north wind blows away the snow in the third night, and the precious soul still loves the peach blossom moon. If you dream well, don't wake up, let him benefit.

listening to the corners for no reason, the red ice on the pillow is thin. Saima hissed, and the remnant stars brushed the flag.

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stay in the spring for the spring haggard, so it's forbidden to rush back to the rain for half a moment. Cherry is sold in the deep alley, and the rain is more charming.

at dusk, the tears are cleared, and the flowers are floating. With the sound of warbler, the east wind is in March.

(The second sentence in Xiaque is written by Nalan as "forbearance * * *". )

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I asked you what it is to leave lightly, and how many months can you reunite in a year. The willows are like silk at first sight, so the garden is at the end of spring.

you can't return in spring, and the two oars are separated by pine flowers. Old events have driven away the cold wave, but the crying and hatred have not disappeared.

Yun Song's order on the temples

makes the pillow fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet by appointment, whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossoms are shoveled, and the east wind is thin all night.

hide the silver screen and hang down the green sleeves. Where to blow a flute, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and red cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.

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Yun Song on the temples, and Hong Yuying. Early in the month, I was affectionate and sent a pear flower shadow. Half-paid women are careless, dizzy into the light tide, and just love the breeze to wake up.

Lu Huaqing is quiet. Afraid of being spied by lang, I moved the qingluan mirror. Luo socks are unstable, and small fans are single-clothed, which can withstand the cold before the stars.

A hundred words make Suhaner Village

Ruthless wildfire, while the west wind burns all over the world. The elm plug comes back into the snow and ice, and it cools into the temples and blows old. The horse is long and hissing, and the sign is moving, and it is merged into the arms of sorrow. I will know how much Yu Lang has lost this evening.

it's just that the brain is full of fat, and it's hard to digest it. This is a waste of smoke. What's more, after Wenyuan is haggard, it's not easy to get drunk. Back to the cold peak, the city was far away, and the dream went around the mountain. There are many feelings, and only the whistling is high.

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it's better to stay out of trouble and hate leaves than to live a few lives. Just before the respect, I smiled, and it was time to leave. The lamp picks the residue, the furnace smoke Ruo is exhausted, and there is nothing to say. One day the dew is cold, and the fragrant soul steals it this night.

I'm afraid to see people go to the empty building, and the willow branches are intact, which is still like the moon between the windows. Live in the depths of the fragrance, and regret tying the lapel. It's still warm, and it's still cold and green, adding sadness to the touch. Worry makes you sick, and you know who to talk to.

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the green poplars are flying, sighing and sinking into the courtyard. What is the return of spring? All day long, the dust blows away, but the fans sleepwalk home. Things are long, my career is not right, and my eyes are drunk and the sun is setting. Sad and afraid to ask, where is the golden drum?

at night, the moonlight is like silver, and the clothes are alone, and the shadows are sparse. Who knows this feeling, and said that the old friend should not go. Counting the fallen flowers, not sleeping, especially the idle mood. I sighed deeply, but there were only parrots in the west corridor.

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(feeling of abandoned garden)

The redness is flying down, and the east wind is silent, which only urges drifting. The rouge on the stone and the dew on the flower, who is with thrush Shang Lue. The jade bottle is heavy, the purple money is covered, and the sparrow steps on the golden bell rope. Shao Hua is like a dream, and he is looking for a good dream.

It's the empty beam of gold powder again, setting the nest for swallows, and a mouthful of fragrant mud falls. How much I feel when I want to write a letter with you. When the plum beans were round, the willow cotton floated, and I forgot the appointment at that time. In the setting sun, Ran Ran, the soul is broken and the corner is divided.

Looking forward to the Yellow Flower City with crimson lips

The night light is cold, and the snow is flat on the stack. What's the limit of the west wind? Look at it with your clothes on.

I'm so confused about this, I don't feel sorry for my growth. When Dan, Xiaoxing wants to disperse, flying Pingsha geese.

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it's cool in the yard, and I feel thin when I come late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.

Xiao Si is pity for you, but I should be sorry for you. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls.

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(chanting cymbidium)

There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to rush it. Ling Bo wants to go and live for the east wind.

it's so embarrassing, why do you fight for autumn? Also stay, Leng Xiang half a wisp, the first Xiangjiang rain.

Another kind of moth eyebrow, the lower chord is not as good as the first chord. Why are you sad before Geng Lang is old?

the plain wall is oblique, and the bamboo shadow is balanced by the window. The empty room is quiet, the crow is about to dawn, and I have gone down to the west building again.

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(send it to Nanhai Liang Medicine Pavilion)

I'm wearing a hat to collect dust, so I can't stay with you. Where is the sail, Nanpu Shen Xiangyu.

Looking back, I lived by Zizhu Village. Lonely language, three lives will make a promise, but Liang Hong couple?

Tea Bottle

Cherry blossoms fall in the sunny shade, and the beautiful scenery becomes a pavilion. Swing back, the wind is like yesterday.

it's a pity that spring is always bleak, people are thin, kites are evil, and there are many promises. When qingluan goes, who will advise him to act alone?

picking mulberry seeds

thanks to the family, the courtyard is more erect, and the birds stay and carve beams. On the silver wall of the month, how can you tell the fragrance if you don't know the flowers?

this feeling has been recalled by itself, and it is scattered. It's cool after a rain break, but I had a dream eleven years ago.

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now I know that I was wrong at that time, and my mood is sad. Red tears steal down, full of spring breeze.

knowing that there is nothing to do after that, I insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, it's all gone and the moon is west.

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Tong Xia has never seen the word Qiong for a long time, so who is there? Who is there? Jade Qing sleeps tonight.

the incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was still counted. Quietly counting the autumn, but also missing the heart to the last quarter.

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who turned over the bleak music of Yuefu? Xiao feng, the wind, rain Y ou, the house lit candles and short thin, a lonely night, in the candle in the candle.

I don't know what's bothering me. I'm bored when I wake up, and I'm bored when I'm drunk. I never dreamed of going to Xie Qiao.

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Leng Xiang is dreaming of Hongqiao, dreaming of the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, rain breaks the swallow's house in spring.

after a long farewell, who can drum and heartbroken? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.

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Peach Blossom is ashamed and heartless, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red, fly into the window with regret.

whoever pities hard work and thinness in Dongyang is also careless in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a piece of love is cold and thick.

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who put the ice wheel on the sea and the sky is full, and he is disappointed. Don't say goodbye, but tears are always zero on a good night.

We should only meet again in the blue sky, that is this life. Can endure this life, when I was just worried, I remembered you again.

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the book is all red, and it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by jade flutes.

a few bamboo poles make it rain in the night, and the leaves are rustling. Pay the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xie Qiao.

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cool and fresh, fragrant and moist, with dark drops of flowers. Who shakes the shade, swallows the wicker on the wind.

dressing case, the dancer, turns on the frequency mask, and the sandalwood powder is careless. Tears poured down my face, and last night, I felt a dream.

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the soil flower once dyed Xiang 'e Dai, and the lead tears are hard to disappear. Who knocks on the rhyme? It's not the rhinoceros, it's the phoenix.

you should only grow purple with the end stream and cut the autumn tide. Parrots steal teaching, and see jade flute before they ring.

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white clothes stand on the pillars, and the moon is cool in the west. When the temples are frosty, do you know whether you will return or not?

The remnant is a wild goose whose eyes are broken and whose size is thin. Acacia blindly, quasi-quasi-look like the old days.

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(singing snowflakes on the plug)

Non-customs love to look light, and the cold place is better. Don't have a bud, it's not a rich flower in the world.

thank your mother for leaving, and who can cherish her? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is vast in Wan Li.

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Mingyue is affectionate with Ying Xiao Wo, laughing at me now. Live up to the longing for love, walk alone and sing alone.

recently, I'm afraid to talk about what happened at that time, and I'm all over the blue collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where do you find the clouds in your dreams?

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(9th)

It's late autumn, but no one remembers it, and the leaves are rustling. The country road is far away. Six songs Pingshan and Mengyao.

it's better to cherish the scenery than to climb the mountain. I only feel the soul pin. Nanyan is lonelier when she returns.

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that can make you lonely and want to talk about your life. The night is already late at night, and a sad song and tears are dark.

it is important to know that autumn leaves and spring flowers promote the development of the temples. In case of wine, you must pour, a thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame, Mo Wen.

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the frost started up frequently, and the frost was empty on my face. Oblivious and hazy. Cold felt curtains are not red.

Xiang Gou Cui was confused and looked back at the west wind. Where the bell is sparse, an ear of snuff is like a dream.

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(Juyongguan)

In the Zhou Sheng, Yan Guanzhi, a horse boarded the board, and trampled on the yellow dust. How long is it to listen to the newspaper and post it?

pedestrians don't talk about the past, wind and rain, lonely fish lights. Tianshou Mountain Head Leng Yue Cross.

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(Wing Chun Yu)

Young tobacco dyed goose willow separately, just like the wind. Like a whole, I was thin and tired with the cold of spring.

the cold invades the dream, and it is light and greasy, and it is slightly red and fat. I don't hesitate to grind it into a lichen.

Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival

The blue sea is clear every year. Who is missing the ice wheel? Blow to a piece of autumn fragrance, clear as snow. If you look at a sunny night, you will know that it will be sad. Only now, that's right, the old moon.

Playing hide-and-seek in the flower path once provoked Xiao Xiao Jing Wu Ye. Remember whether it is light and small, and it is cold and hot several times. Only end up, pretend to be full of feelings, always boundless, not leaving. A purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold and cracked.

the moon is lonely, and Haidian

is a graceful and empty place. Dance in the west wind. Bai Niao started to fly, and the leaves were in chaos, and the people were talking intermittently.

Dan Bi refutes the lingering rain in autumn. The wind blows to Yue Nv. The sound of the pulley is broken, and the faint crow wants to get up. How many Boshan emotions.

the philanderer shoots in the autumn suburbs

The grass in the plain is withered, and after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow trees are coquettish. Remember Yule's hair, when the flowers fell, she once picked up the green flowers and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are exhausted, and the frost shadows are red and withered. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke is woven, soap carving flies everywhere, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.

you must eat, drink and be merry in life, you know. It's easy to get cold feet. It's boring to say goodbye to Dongjun. What is the fame? I won it, shooting tigers in short clothes and selling wine in the western suburbs. Then I waved my hair to the sunset shadow and leaned on the horse.

The fisherman

harvests the nylon rod, and the autumn wind is better than the lotus.

people are faint and misty, and they are blown into the reed piccolo.

like a dream

it's the pulley golden well, full of bricks and stones and falling flowers. Suddenly, when we meet, it's hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves. From then on, the light shadow was tattooed.

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yellow leaves and green moss return to the road, where is the fragrance of powder and clothes? The news is so heavy that I miss you tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain, half is blown away by the wind.

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in the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old hatred and new love are half. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.

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ten thousand tents are full of people, and the stars are crumbling. Dream is separated by the Wolf River, and it is broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring.

It's a pleasure to meet you

weiyun's touch of a distant peak is cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.

Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, and heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao Wild Shop.

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the falling flowers are like a dream, the musk deer smoke is faint, and the sunset descends to the west of the small building.

who knows that sorrow is infinite and wasting away? Idle comes the tiaonong parrot, teaches it to recite the Beau's poems to me.

the golden gate

the wind is blowing, and the water is blue and clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still clear, and the rain is fine.

who sweeps the snail in the dream. Outside the curtain, the falling flowers are red and small. Sleeping alone is quiet, where is the worry?

The Golden Man holds a dew plate to watch the lotus in Jingyi Temple, and has a friend with a bosom.

The lotus is light in wind, the lotus is exposed to cold, the rainbow is closed, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first put on. The fields are covered with greenery, and the fish are floating in the setting sun. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs down on the Yang 'an and sleeps to comb my hair.

old wanderings, showing the way, focusing on everywhere, full of worries. I want to swim on Furong Lake. The red dress is messy, lying and watching the peach leaves send Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew off the dream in the south of the Yangtze River, and the dream was full of dragons.

Spread out the Huanxisha

The wind wadding has turned into a duckweed, and the mud lotus is just beautiful and the lotus roots are lingering; Take care not to burn a petal of incense, remember the past life.

people feel sentimental and thin, but now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken again, tears steal zero.

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I was drunk in front of the lamp for a moment, and I hated it as if it were a dream of spring. Light moon and light clouds rain outside the window, one after another.

people's sentimental feelings have turned thin, but now they are really not sentimental. I've heard the partridge crow all over again, short pavilion.

Huanxisha

If you want to worry about the wild goose, the west wind will make you miserable. The sky is blue in the yellow flower season.

the ancient garrison is full of smoke, and the sunset village solves the saddle. I don't know how many people have fought.

You Jiang Nv Temple

The setting sun in the sea is broken with neon, and the temple for girls is cold day and night. Spider silk on the emerald dust net.

Chenghai Tower is high in the sky, and Wangfu Stone is there, leaving a topic. Six kings are like a dream.

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