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Broken Magnolia: Candles are swaying, cold and sparse, just want to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking about it. The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain.

From the word Nalan Xingde, I saw his unswerving will to love and his helpless feelings. He wrote this poem to express the frustration in his love journey with his cousin Xue Mei. He is eager to live a warm and happy life with his beloved, but his fate is ill-fated, but he has to endure a lonely sleep night with "flickering candlelight and sparse cold". However, he wants to cross the vast wind and rain like a cowherd and a weaver girl, and cross the galaxy that prevents them from falling in love. He feels that no matter whether it is heaven or earth, as long as two of a kind is indomitable and firm, people who leave will meet.

In that era when parents gave orders and matchmakers spoke, after his cousin left, Nalan Xingde could only reluctantly obey a marriage arranged by his parents, but he was still lucky. His beloved wife Lu was a kind, generous, intelligent, virtuous and affectionate beauty. She is Nalan Xingde's life companion and his literary companion. After marriage, Nalan Xingde devoted himself wholeheartedly to his beloved wife, unlike those aristocratic children who lingered. He also devoted himself wholeheartedly to his wife. And his beloved wife Lu is respectful and considerate to him. They should be happy when they are in love, but the happy time is always so short. It is like burning fireworks, fleeting, and it disappears before you have time to appreciate its beauty, leaving people with nothing to hate. The beauty of fireworks lies in its fleeting, while the value of happiness lies in its rarity. The happy days of Nalan Xingde and his beloved wife are only five short years. Lu can't afford to be ill. Looking at his sick wife, Nalan Xingde was heartbroken. He is so helpless and sad that his life is unbearable. Wei Zi is dead. This is the bleak season in late spring, and it is also the weather for flower burial. Nalan Xingde once again experienced the "life and death" with his lover. He is full of bitterness and grief, and he has nowhere to send. He poured endless bitterness into his pen and turned it into beautiful and sentimental words, so as to write poems and lyrics and express his sadness and hatred. This reminds me of a sentence that I don't know who it is: "There is no such thing as compassion, and tears are always thicker than ink."