What kind of legend is Luo Shen?

Let's go back to one day in China's ancient Three Kingdoms period. On this day, spring returns to the earth and everything is full of vitality. Cao Zhi, the leader of the seven chieftains in Jian 'an, was reciting poems under the willows in the garden. Suddenly, he received the news that the emperor sent him into the palace. Cao Zhi did not dare to neglect, and hurried to the study of Emperor Wen Xelloss. After watching the ceremony, the eldest brother Xelloss gave his dead princess Zhen Shi's Panjin jade pillow to his younger brother Cao Zhi. Cao Zhi completely ignored whether his brother was pitying himself or mocking himself, and took the pillow as a treasure.

On the way back to the fief with Zhen Fei's Panjin jade pillow full of sadness, he spent the night in a boat on the bank of Luoshui. At night, everything is quiet except the gentle sound of waterinfo. The bright moonlight enveloped the boat. Cao Zhi drank wine, looked at the moon and touched the pillow, which inevitably gave birth to a few strands of acacia and friendship. In a trance, I gradually fell asleep, watching Zhen wave to the wind.

In the dream, Cao Zhi returned to Dong Fan from Beijing with three followers. In a trance, after waterinfo, he stopped to have a rest. I saw weeping willows on both sides of Luoshui River, and Youlong hovered beside Cao Zhi, as if whispering to Cao Zhi that lovers were meeting today. Sure enough, a breeze blew and the clear water rippled, and a graceful and beautiful goddess floated down from the cliff. It's her! It's Zhen Fei! It's her. She is still so elegant, so beautiful and so affectionate. Here she comes, here she comes. She gently opened her lips and whispered, If you were born in my pool, how could your leaves leave? If you can do righteousness, you can be a concubine freely. All kinds of goods will win gold and make you leave. I will always feel sad and lonely when I miss you, and I will see your color. Your feelings will hurt your spleen, make you sad, and keep you awake at night.

On the one hand, Zhen Fei missed Cao Zhi, touching and sincere, and on the other hand, Cao Zhi was infatuated and subconsciously stopped the attendants with her hands, for fear of disturbing the goddess. When she saw the goddess, her eyes were full of joy, and Cao Zhi woke up. It turned out to be a dream of Conan. By the faint light of the awning window, he wrote an enduring "Feeling True Fu".

Four years later, Cao Rui, the son of Cao Pi, succeeded to the throne and changed Gan Zhen Fu to Luo Shen Fu for Wei Mingdi.

Fu started like this: In the year of Huang San, it was Yudu and returned to Luochuan. The ancients said that the name of water god was Fu Fei. ,,,

Cao Zhi spent a lot of time in his Fu to write about Zhen Fei's appearance, posture and clothing: it is as beautiful as Youlong. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao. As light as Yun Zheyue, swaying as the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave. Slim, tailored. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements. Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed. If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help. The ring posture is gorgeous and free and easy, and the instrument is quiet and leisurely. Tender as water, charming language. Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped. The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi. Wear jade jewelry and embellish pearls to show off your figure. To practice a long journey of writing is to drag the fog lightly. The fragrance of small orchids lingers in the corner of the mountain. ,,,

Cao Zhi suddenly didn't realize what he had given up. He was so disappointed that the night was covered with light. So, I carried the mausoleum high on my back, leaving my mind to God, imagining my feelings and longing for my sadness. The complex shape of the dead body can be traced back to the royal canoe. Floating in the long river and forgetting to return, thinking constantly and increasing admiration. Sleepless at night, stained with countless frost. I'll go east when the servant drives. Take countermeasures, but linger, can't leave. ,,,, Cao Zhi finally reluctantly left. Later, Cao Zhi got emotional and soon died of depression. It shed a sad and touching fairy tale for the world.