Poems describing women's purity and kindness in The Book of Songs

China has admired women's books since ancient times, especially Shuo Ren.

A great man dresses appropriately. Son of King Qi, wife of King Wei, sister of East Palace, aunt of King Xing, and Tan Ye.

My hands are soft, my skin is solidified, my collar is like a salamander, my teeth are like rhinoceros, my head is drooping, and my eyes are looking forward to it.

The master is arrogant, which is what the rural suburbs say. Four pastoralists are arrogant, and Zhu Biao has gone their separate ways. He was entrusted to the court. The doctor retreated effortlessly.

The river is turbulent and the Beiliu is full of vitality. When you do something, you will become rich. Exposed is guilty, and ordinary people are guilty.

I found it online because I was too lazy to turn over the original text. The link is below.

In addition, what I like best is Cao Pi's kindness.

With beauty, Wan Ru is young.

Yan Zi has a clever smile and charming mind.

Know yourself and know yourself, and you will win every battle. Kindness is music.

The strings of sorrow and music are subtle, and the air is fragrant.

Liu Zhengji, a businessman in the palace.

Feel the heart, beautiful and unforgettable.

On another continent, stay away from birds for the night.

Stretch your neck and flap your wings and shout for help.

It makes me sad to deal with this matter as soon as possible.

Why did you forget your troubles in the past?

In addition, Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions contains a poem when a police fairy appears, which is well written, although it is written in imitation of Luo Shenfu.

The fragrant face is elegant and even, and Diane's eyebrows and eyes are skillful in painting palace makeup.

Double butterfly embroidered skirt. Dong chi feast, first meeting. The vermilion powder is not deep and uneven, and the idle flowers are faint and fragrant. Look at all the good places carefully. People are very humane and have a thin waist. Yesterday, the mountains were confused, and when I came, I was dressed in clouds.

Ying ying chun, flowers and trees are real, everything is charming and delicate, and everyone stops.

Every day, my eyebrows struggle to draw a long picture and are frivolous. I don't want to marry my heart I spilled wine to the fans, and the flowers were like dancing clothes. I cried in spring and said it was sad.

A cloud, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt and a pair of snails.