Jingyun Dagu Generation Grandmaster Luo Yusheng's representative work "Sword Pavilion Smelling Bells" is worthy of the master level

Lyrics of "Sword Pavilion Ringing Bells":

The grass under the slope of the horse ridge is green,

Today there is still a tomb of concubines,

The inscription wall has poems that all hold hatred,

Entering the temple is not a guest or a hurt.

Wanli Xi Patrol went forward,

He Lao sighed and heard the bell on the rainy night.

Yang Guifei pear blossom tree under the incense soul scattered,

Cen Yuanli led the soldiers to escort the driving.

Sigh the king's ten thousand kinds of desolation and loneliness, and his heart is like drunkenness and tears.

Sadness and desert remnants of the moon Xiaoxing first appreciated, the road winding wading through the water to climb the mountain.

It is easy to look forward to the palace to rest and tired, and it is difficult to encounter cold rain and miserable wind to help the miserable situation.

There was Tang Tianzi in the Sword Pavilion, listening to the unceasing clanging sound outside the window.

Busy asked, "What is the sound outside?" ”

Colliers: "Raindrops in the forest and golden bells under the eaves." ”

When the king heard this, he sighed long and short.

He said, "This is exactly what a person who breaks his intestines hears!" ”

Like this is not a beautiful bell, not a beautiful rain.

How can I cut the constant lovesickness, cut the constant love.

The sprinkling of the window ledge knocked on people's hearts, and the sound of shaking wood made my dream difficult.

When the scream of horror came from the front of the eaves, the cold was cold from the bottom.

The lone lamp shines on the single shadow of my people, and the rainy night talks to whomever is five more.

Since ancient Wushan had entered the dream of The King of Xiang, why did I not dream when I wanted to dream of Qingqing.

Mo is not a bow shoe lazy to step on the three more months, Mo is not a shirt sleeve is difficult to forbid midnight wind.

Mo is not the hotel depressed Qingqing is bored, Mo is not the soldiers and horses galloping scared.

Mo is not Fang Qing's heart hiding resentment, Mo is not Bo Xing's heart is less sincere.

Otherwise, why didn't the goddess leave Luopu, and the empty teaching i dried my tears and looked at the soul.

One child's pillow was cold and cold lying in the red tent, and one child's beads were buried in the loess pile.

The torrential rain on the branches destroyed the left and right, and the birds blew away the west and east.

It is expected that there is no day for the indefinite pearl in this life, and I hope that I will follow yu Rong under the spring.

Qi Fangqing was Chang'e returning to the Moon Hall, and she already knew why she had to go west if she abandoned halfway.

Regret should not be the wrong military power to pay Qing Yizi, regret that the country's affairs are all up to you to obey the brother.

Thinking about it carefully, he is a traitor who mistook the country, and he really wronged him and said that the concubine you fell into the city.

The three armies, he hated and hated and Qing were against each other. But I can't protect your life.

Poor you, a wisp of incense scattered with the wind, but it made my blood and tears fall like rain.

Weeping in danger, staring straight at the stars, creaking teeth, trembling jade body, miserable flower appearance.

Seeing your eyes can neither save you nor can it do it for you;

Mournful, how will the secretary of state be rewarded and why will it be treated.

The saddest annual pear blossom bloom, from the future to see the pear blossom a tragic feeling. O my concubine!

A moment of spiteful thinking has slandered you, so that I can regret my new feelings and remember my old feelings.

No longer can be too liquid pool to view the lotus and ti, and can no longer be agarwood pavilion spectrum to be leveled.

You can no longer play with the moon at the head of the moon, and you can no longer wish for eternal life in the Hall of Eternal Life.

The two of us whispered late at night to the point of love, and you also said that the loving husband and wife are the same.

Up to now, words are still in the ears of people, and they have thought about a few mournings several times.

The intermittent rain outside the window rings tighter, and the residual lights in the room are half extinguished like ice.

Soft intestines, nine turns and hundreds of knots are broken, and teardrops are thousands of lines and thousands of points red.

This king had been sleepless all night and mourned until dawn, and he heard the eunuch start to play and ask him to board the journey.