Lyrics of Luo Wen's Xi Xiang Fu Qin

Light smoke sets on the dark Cangshan Mountain,

The night bell of the cold Temple rings through the forest and spring,

There are stray geese in the night sky,

Xiaosheng is like a stray goose.

The Phoenix couple scattered without reason,

The willows bend next month,

Flower tryst,

Love is illusory.

Yao Qin,

I'm still worried,

With a sigh,

I wish I could wait for the right person through the window,

Continue to play with a thousand wisps of passion.

Air to moon,

In the green window, people are worried about the cold,

That kind of Acacia modality,

It's hard to say.

Oh, my God, since it's not my destiny,

Why meet once,

Today's love is intertwined,

It's like a spring silkworm.

Before the wedding banquet,

They split the Phoenix into two parts,

Brother and sister,

All of a sudden, there were waves on the ground.

My article is brilliant,

Without climbing the branches of cinnamon,

I want to be my son-in-law,

You should wait for the brocade.

The young lady's eyebrows are locked in spring, and the mountain is strong,

I'm like a clay sculpture,

All flavors are hard to eat,

My pen is in vain to solve the problem of thieves,

But there is no plan to pull the red silk,

Looking at the purple swallow in shame,

The purple swallow whispers in shame.

I'm really annoyed by the sound of the bell,

The willow's shadow sways like an e-eyebrow,

Bu Yingying,

Yingshanshan,

Only the wind blows the threshold.

The fiddler sighs to himself,

If you pick ice strings and think about thousands of things,

Who sings and plays together,

I hope in vain.

In the past, Sima Xiangru,

A song of Phoenix's courtship,

Win the eye of Wen Jun,

Today, I broke the string,

There is only one lamp,

It's hard to find a beauty.

The sound of the piano,

How can the wind be passed on from generation to generation,

It's better than passing on poems,

The sound of the piano,

I'll tell you all about the desolate guest,

Wushan has long been dead.

The lonely lamp is even colder,

The west chamber is single,

A chamber of resentment knot in the heart,

On the moon and stars with tears.

Love,

The vigorous wind is evil,

Love is not weak,

San Sheng Yue,

There is a mirror of God and Buddha,

If you swallow, if you complain,

Is it resentment or anger,

It's like a storm.

Push the window to see the moon,

It's late at night,

I couldn't help crying.