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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 113: Luo Shenfu

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    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 soars 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.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Using her robe to cover her tears, the tears flow down her lapel.  The memorial service will never end.  The sorrow is gone and I am 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 lurks in the sun, 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 I carried the mausoleum high on my back, and left my feet to pay attention to the gods, imagining my feelings and looking at my sorrow.  He hoped that the spiritual body would regain its shape and go up in a light boat.  Floating on the Changchuan River and forgetting to return, I miss you endlessly.  The night is dull 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 grabbed the bridle to resist the plan, but he was so sad that he couldn't leave.

    In the third year of Huangchu's reign, I went to the capital to pay homage to the emperor and crossed the Luoshui River on my return.  Legend has it that the name of the god of Luoshui is Fu Fei (Fuxi's youngest daughter drowned in Luoshui while playing and was named the god of Luoshui after her death).  So I imitated Song Yu and wrote the story of King Chu meeting the goddess as "Ode to the Goddess". I also wrote down this experience, as follows:

    I returned from the capital to the eastern feudal city (Juancheng).  Crossed Yijue Mountain, crossed Jingyuan Mountain, passed Tonggu, and climbed to Jingshan Mountain.  It was already sunset, and the carriages and horses were very tired.

    So we stopped the car on the river bank covered with herbs and let the horses graze and rest freely in the grass fields.  I walked peacefully and leisurely in the woods, admiring the beautiful scenery of Luoshui.

    Suddenly, I felt my mind was shocked and my thoughts drifted into the distance.  He suddenly looked up and saw a strange scene: a woman as beautiful as a fairy was standing beside the cliff.  So he hurriedly grabbed the attendant and asked: "Have you seen that woman? Who is she? She is so beautiful!" The attendant replied: "I heard that the spirit of Luoshui is called Fu Fei. So, could it be that what the king saw was  She? What does she look like? I want to hear it."

    I said: "She looks her body is light and graceful like a frightened wild goose flying gracefully, her body is strong and graceful like a flying dragon playing in the sky; her face is bright and radiant like chrysanthemums blooming in autumn, and her youthful beauty and prosperity are like the dense green pine trees in spring;  The movement and stillness are vague and absent, like thin clouds gently covering the bright moon, and the image is floating and uncertain, like the whirling snowflakes blown by the flowing wind;

    Looking from a distance, the bright and white look is like the rising sun in the morning glow. Looking closer, it is as bright and dazzling as the lotus standing in the clear water; plump and slender, just right, tall, short, fat and thin, in line with the aesthetic sense;

    The shoulders are as beautiful as if they were shaved.  The waist is as slender as a bunch of slender white silk; the neck is slender, the chin is beautiful, and the white and tender skin is slightly exposed; no perfume or makeup is applied; the thick cloud-like bun is high, and the slender eyebrows are slightly curved; under the bright sky  The white teeth in Dan¡¯s lips are vividly displayed;

    The bright and moving eyes are full of hope.  Two beautiful dimples are hidden in her cheeks; her posture is strangely beautiful, bright and elegant, her appearance is quiet, and her figure is graceful; her expression is soft, broad and charming, which is difficult to describe in words;

    She is uniquely dressed and rarely seen in the world, and her skeleton looks like a fairy in a painting; she wears clothes made of bright and clear silk, and earrings made of gorgeously carved jade; gold and jade are used as matching jewelry.  The rare pearls embellished illuminate the beautiful face;

    Wearing shoes embroidered with exquisite patterns, dragging on a gauze skirt as thin as mist, which faintly exudes the fragrance of orchid, she wanders slowly on the mountainside; occasionally jumping.  Playing while walking; there are colorful flags on the left

    By her side, there are cinnamon branches on her right to provide shade; she is rolling up her sleeves and reaching into the Luoshui River with her delicate white arms to pick the black Ganoderma lucidum in the rushing river.  "

    I fell deeply in love with her virtuousness and beauty, and my mood was trembling.  Sullen.  I suffer from the lack of a good matchmaker to express my love, so I express my love with affectionate eyes.  He hoped that his true feelings could be expressed to her before others, so he took off the jade pendant from his waist and gave it to her, expressing his intention to meet her.

    She is so perfect. She not only understands etiquette but is also proficient in poetry. She raised a beautiful jade to answer me and pointed to the deep pool of water to agree on a date to meet.

    My heart is full of sincere attachment, fearing that the beautiful gods are deceiving me; legend has it that two goddesses once presented white jade to Zheng Jiaofu by the Han River to seal his life, but they broke their promise and disappeared instantly, so I was melancholy and hesitant, and restrained my joy.  , calm down, and warn yourself to strictly abide by the etiquette between men and women to restrain and control yourself.

    So the Goddess of Luo was moved and wandered low, the colorful divine light flickering in and out, and his light body raised up like a crane about to fly but still stay.

    She wandered on the fragrant path full of pepper orchid, and lingered in the garden that exuded the faint fragrance of flowers.Among the trees, a long and sad chant expresses long-lasting longing, and the sound is sad and shrill and lasting.

    Soon many gods gathered together calling their friends, some were playing in the clear river water, some were soaring on the sandbank where Luo Shen often swam, some were picking pearls at the bottom of the river, and some were picking up beautiful feathers on the shore.

    The Goddess of Luo was followed by E Huang and Nv Ying of the Xiang River, and was accompanied by the goddess of the Han River who roamed by the water. He lamented the loneliness of the Di Gua star and sympathized with the loneliness of the Altair star.

    She raised her arms and used her slender sleeves to block the sun and looked up, her thin top fluttering in the breeze.  She moves as light as a bird, as graceful as a god and unfathomable; she walks carefully on the water waves, with mist rising under her feet; her whereabouts are uncertain, and her joys and sorrows are unknown;

    It¡¯s hard to predict whether to advance or retreat, to leave but to stay, with tender eyes flowing, eyes sparkling, the joy of love moistening the beautiful face; it seems that there are many words in the mouth, and the breath exudes the faint fragrance of orchid;

    Her beautiful face, shy and soft beauty, attracted me deeply without knowing where she was.  At this time, the God of Wind stopped the wind, the God of Water stopped the waves in the river, the God of Si Yin and Yang beat the sky drum, and Nuwa sang a clear song;

    Man fish leaped around the carriage, and jade luan bells jingled; six dragons marched hand in hand, carrying the cloud carriage slowly; whale salamanders jumped over each other to protect the carriage, and water birds flew in and out to protect it diligently; so the Luo Shen crossed the islands in the water  , over the hills to the south,

    Turning her white neck, she looked at me with her delicate and beautiful brows, moved her red lips, and slowly stated the general outline of the helpless separation. She hated that humans and gods were in the same situation, complained about the unsatisfactory love of youth, raised her sleeves to wipe her tears,  And the tears couldn't help but roll down and wet the clothes;

    The sad and beautiful gatherings will be cut off forever, and the sadness will be separated from each other.  Since there is no token of love to give to each other, I will give me the precious jade ring from the south of the Yangtze River.

    "Although I live in seclusion in heaven, I will always miss the king" Before I could finish speaking, my whereabouts suddenly disappeared, my divine light disappeared, and I felt as if I was lost.

    So I went over the mountains and ridges, tracking up and down, looking for the footprints left by Luo Shen.  Luo Shen has gone, but the scene is still there. Looking around makes me feel more melancholy.

    I hoped that the traces of Luo Shen would reappear, so I took a boat and sailed upstream, drifting on the Yangtze River without knowing how to return.

    At night, I felt restless and couldn't sleep, and my clothes were covered with thick crystal frost until daylight came.  Reluctantly, I ordered my servant to get up and continue my return journey.  I grabbed the reins, raised the whip, and lingered on the spot, unable to leave for a long time.

    "Luo Shen Fu" was first seen in Xiao Tong's "Selected Works of Zhaoming". The preface states that when Cao Zhi was returning from the capital to his fiefdom, he passed through Luoshui and suddenly felt inspired and wrote this poem.

    The Goddess of Luo is the daughter of Fuxi (Fuxi) in Chinese mythology. She drowned in Luoshui and became the Goddess of Luo.

    "Luo Shen Fu" was originally called "Gan Juan Fu". This poem has beautiful words and novel metaphors, and has been repeatedly cited and praised by later generations of literati.  It has been interpreted in various forms, and the painter Gu Kaizhi used it to paint "Luo Shen Fu".

    Two "Pictures of Luo Shen Fu" copied by people in the Song Dynasty are based on Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu" paintings. In the paintings, Cao Zhi and his entourage are on the shore looking at the graceful Luo Shen and various gods and monsters floating on the water.  One is in the Forbidden City in Beijing and the other is in the Liaoning Museum.
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