Luo Shen Fu [Author] is Cao Zhi [Dynasty] is Wei and Jin
In the third year of Huangchu's reign, Yu went to the capital and returned to Luochuan. The ancients said that the god of Si water was named Mi Fei. Feeling about Song Yu's love for the goddess of the King of Chu, he wrote this poem. His words said:
I left the capital and returned to Dongfan. Carry on the back of Yique, cross the Fuyuan, pass through Tonggu and Lingjing Mountain. The sun is tilting to the west, and the carriages and horses are in trouble. Er is a tax driver in Henggao, a horse in Zhitian, a Rongyu in Yanglin, and a wanderer in Luochuan. Then the spirit moved away and the mind was frightened, and suddenly the thoughts were scattered. I didn't notice it when I looked down, but I looked up and saw a beautiful woman on the bank of the rock. He then assisted the emperor and told him, "Do you have someone who can compete with him? Who is he? How beautiful is this!" The emperor said to him, "I heard that the god of Heluo is called Mi Fei. However, what the king said See, is it true? What does it look like? I would like to hear it."
Yu told him: "Its shape is as graceful as a frightened giant, and graceful as a swimming dragon. The autumn chrysanthemums are shining brightly, and the spring pines are gorgeous. It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and it flutters like snow in the flowing wind. Looking from a distance It is as bright as the morning glow of the sun; if you look at it forcefully, it is as bright as a flower growing out of Lubo. The slenderness is perfect, and it is shortened and fit. If the shoulders are cut into shape, the waist is as plain as it should be. The neck is extended and the neck is beautiful, and the bright essence is exposed. The fragrance is not added. , plump and beautiful. A bun with clouds and eyebrows. The lips are bright on the outside, the teeth are bright on the inside, the eyes are good at gazing, and the dimples support the power. The posture is gorgeous, the appearance is quiet and the body is leisurely. Tender and graceful, charming in words. The extraordinary clothes are unparalleled in the world, and the bone statues correspond to the pictures. The dazzling robes, the splendor of Er, Yao and Bi. Wear gold and jade jewelry, embellished with pearls to dazzle the body. Practice the cultural shoes of a long journey, and drag the light veil of mist. It is quiet. The orchids are fragrant and kind, and they wander around the corner of the mountain.
So suddenly Yan jumped up and down, flying and having fun. It leans on Caiyan on the left, and shades Guiqi on the right. The soil is as bright as a wrist in the Marsh, gathering the mysterious mushrooms in Turmoil. I am happy with its beauty, but my heart is shaking but not happy. Unscrupulous matchmakers use microwaves to communicate. I hope that Cheng Su will arrive first and untie the jade pendant to get it. The beauty cultivates her faith, and the Qiang learns etiquette and understands poetry. Anti-Qiongyao comes with peace, pointing to the abyss for a certain period of time. I hold on to the wealth of my family, but I am afraid that I will be bullied by Sling. Feeling grateful for the friendship, I abandoned my words, feeling hesitant and suspicious. Keep your face calm and calm, show your courtesy and guard yourself.
So Luo's spirit was lost, he moved and hesitated, the divine light separated and combined, flickered between yin and yang. Song's light body stands like a crane, as if it were about to fly but has not yet soared. The Jianjiao is rich and strong, and the steps are thin and fragrant. The ultra-long chant is for eternal admiration, and the sound is mournful and long.
You are a miscellaneous group of spirits, ordering the couple to play in the clear stream, fly to Shenzhu, pick bright pearls, or pick up green feathers. Two concubines from Nanxiang and a traveling girl from Hanbin. Sighing the incomparable melons, chanting the solitude of the morning glory. The light and thin grass is rising, and the shades are repairing the sleeves to extend the silence. The body is fast and flying, erratic like a god, walking slightly on the waves, and the socks are dusty. Movement is impermanent, if it is dangerous, it is safe. It’s a difficult time to advance and stop, just as you’re going, you’re going to come back. Turning around, the essence flows, and the jade face is smooth and smooth. He held his tongue without spitting out his words, and his breath was like a quiet orchid. The beauty and gracefulness made me forget to eat.
So the screen covered the wind, and the waves behind the Sichuan were quiet. Feng Yi plays the drum and Nuwa sings. Tengwenyu rides as a police officer, and jade luan sings to pass away together. Six dragons stand together, carrying the descendants of the cloud chariot, the whale salamander leaps and clamps its hub, and the waterfowl flies to guard.
So Yue Beijun. After passing Nangang, Yu Su led and returned to Qingyang. He moved his red lips and spoke in Xu words, presenting the outline of the handover. The ways of hating people and gods are different, and resenting those who are in their prime are inappropriate. I resisted wearing my sleeves to cover my tears, and the tears flowed down my lapel. The memorial service will never end, and the mourning will pass away and be in a foreign land. There is no trace of affection to imitate love, and I offer the bright beauty of the south of the Yangtze River. Although he is latent in Taiyin, he always places his heart on the king. Suddenly he didn't realize what he had given up, and he was so sad that he blocked the light at night.
So the mausoleum is high on my back, and I can leave my feet to the gods, imagining my feelings and looking at my sorrow. He hopes that the spirit body will regain its shape and go up in a light boat. Floating on the Changchuan River, I forget to return, thinking about it endlessly and growing in admiration. The night is miserable and sleepless, and the sun comes to dawn with heavy frost. I ordered my servant to drive away, and I will return to the east road. He held the bridle to resist the policy, but he was lingering in despair and could not leave.
The following Luo Shen Fu is an appreciation of Liu Gongquan’s small regular script calligraphy:
