Luo Shen Fu
Cao Zhi
In the third year of Huangchu, I went to the capital and returned to Luochuan. The ancients said that the god of Si water was named Mi Fei. In response to Song Yu's feelings about the goddess of the King of Chu, he wrote this poem. His words said:
I came from the capital and promised to return to the Eastern Fan. 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. Looking down, I didn't notice, but looking up, I saw a beautiful woman on the bank of a rock. He then assisted the emperor and told him, "Do you have anyone 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, what does it look like? I would like to hear it." I told him, "It looks as graceful as a flying dragon, and it looks like a luxuriant spring pine tree. The clouds cover the moon, and it flutters like snow in the wind. Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the morning glow; looking at it, it is as bright as a flower emerging from Lubo. The waist is plain, the neck is long, and the beauty is revealed. The appearance is elegant, the body is calm, the expression is charming, the clothes are unique, the bones are dazzling, and the body is decorated with gold and jade jewelry. . Walking on the slippery skirt of a long journey, I wandered around the corner of the mountain, leaning against the caiyan on the left and the cassia flag on the right. The soil is bright and the wrists are in the Marsh, and the Xuanzhi of Turmoil is here. I am happy with its beauty, but my heart is shaking and unsatisfied. I hope that the sincerity will come first and explain it. The jade pendant is for the sake of the beauty. The Qiang learns the etiquette and writes the poem. Abandoning the words, he hesitated and doubted. He put back his face and calmed his mind, and showed his courtesy to prevent himself. So Luo Ling moved and hesitated, and the light of the sun flickered, and the body stood like a crane. Flying but not soaring. The ground is thick and fragrant, and the steps are thin and fragrant. The chant is long and mournful, and the sound is mournful and long. You are a miscellaneous spirit, and you are ordered to play in the clear stream. Xiang Shen Zhu, or picking up pearls, or picking up green feathers. The two concubines from Nanxiang and the wandering girls in Hanbin sighed at the unparalleled melons and chanted the solitude of the morning glory. Repair the sleeves to extend the pause. The flying ducks are as erratic as the gods, the waves are moving slightly, and the dust is generated. If it is dangerous, it will be safe. The beautiful face is still full of words, and the air is as graceful as the orchid, so I forget to eat. Feng Yi plays the drum in the back of Sichuan, and Nuwa sings the sound of Yuluan. Passed away together. The six dragons gathered together, carrying the clouds and carriages, the whales and salamanders leaped to their nests, and the waterfowl flew to guard them. So they crossed over to Nangang, and returned to Qingyang, moving their red lips. Xu Yan, the outline of Chen's handover. The way of hating people and gods is different, and it is inappropriate to resist the old age. The mourning party will be gone forever. I am in a foreign land. I show my love to you. Although I am hiding in the twilight, my heart is always attached to the king. I am so sad that I am hiding from the light. I left my thoughts behind and looked forward to my sorrow. I floated up the river in a boat and forgot to go back. I was still sleepless at night, and I came to my servant with heavy frost. Then I will return to the east road, holding the bridle to resist the policy, but I am too embarrassed to go.