The Four Great Masters of Yuan Opera refers to the four playwrights of the Yuan Dynasty, Guan Hanqing, Bai Pu, Ma Zhiyuan and Zheng Guangzu. Wang Shifu is not among them.

My favorite Yuan Sanqu are the following:

[Double Tune. Night Boat] Autumn Thoughts on Ma Zhiyuan

A hundred years old is like a dream butterfly, looking back on the past Shameful. Spring has come today, and the flowers will fade tomorrow. The night lamp must be extinguished in a hurry.

[Yue Diao. Tianjing Sha] Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan

Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

[Zhonglu·Yao folk songs in December] Farewell Wang Shifu

Since the farewell, the distant mountains are faint, and the distant water is even more distant. Seeing the willows flying and rolling, I am drunk with the peach blossoms. The fragrant breeze blows through the cabinet, and the dusk rain falls on the heavy door. Afraid of dusk, it will be dusk again without realizing it. How can I not get rid of my soul if I don’t wake up? The new cry mark presses the old cry mark, and the heartbroken person remembers the heartbroken person. This spring, I have lost some weight and my skirt is three inches wide.

[Xianlu. Houtinghua] Lu Zhi'an

Traveling thousands of miles alone, my heart is filled with eternal sorrow. The frost is falling on Wujiang River and the clouds are high in autumn. Recognizing the boat, there are countless sails, and the setting sun leans against the building alone.

[中LV. Red embroidered shoes] Late Autumn by Li Zhiyuan

The dream breaks the socks of King Chen, the love hurts the bachelor's pipa, and the west wind changes the age. A few cups of tear-jerking wine, a time to send autumn flowers, and a journey to the end of the world.

[Four Seasons of Joy. Spring][Tea Picking Song] Zhong Sicheng

Sighing on the fragrance and dust, there are three parts, two parts of flowing water and one part of dust. The silence of falling flowers hurts the dusk scene, and the desolate grass is afraid of dusk.

[Double tone. Indulge in the east wind] Autumn Scenery Lu Zhi

Withered pines leaning on the cliff, the fallen clouds and solitary swans flying together. There are endless mountains all around and endless water as far as the eye can see. The scattered west wind fills the sky with autumn mood. The night is quiet, the clouds are sailing, the moon shadow is low, carrying me in the Xiaoxiang paintings.

[Double Tune. Dade Song] Winter Guan Hanqing

The snow is pink, the pear blossoms are dancing, and the four or five families in Yancun are no longer seen. It's a beautiful picture of the dense forest, and you can see the noisy night crows in the sparse forest. Yellow reeds shade the Qingjiang River, and a fishing boat is slanted on the cable.

[Yue Diao. Tianjing Sha] Autumn Baipu

The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees. Under the shadow of a little Feihong. Green mountains, green waters, red leaves and yellow flowers.

[Double Tune. Water Fairy] Night Rain Xu Zisi

A lifetime of wu leaves and a lifetime of autumn, a little bit of banana and a little bit of sadness, the third watch returns to the dream after the third watch. The lanterns have fallen and the flowers and chess pieces have not been collected. I sigh that Xinfeng's reverse journey is flooded and left behind. The two elders in Jiangnan are all worried about what has happened to them for ten years.

[Double Tune][Zhe Gui Ling] Nine Days Zhang Kejiu

Forcibly trimming the black yarn in Qingshan, returning to Yan Hengqiu, tired of being a guest, homesick for home. The green sleeves are attentive, the gold cups are scattered, and the jade hands are playing the pipa. When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, their flowers turn gray. Looking back at the end of the world, there is a ray of setting sun, and a few crows are returning.

[Huang Zhong][Jie Jie Gao] Inscribed on the Dongting Deer Antler Temple Wall Lu Zhi

The rain and clear clouds have dispersed, and the moon is full of the river. The wind is gentle and the waves are calm, and the boat has a leaf. In the middle of the night, my heart is filled with dreams for three lifetimes, separated by thousands of miles. Sleeping against the canopy window.