The glad eye is shy, and the lips are smiling. Wind-rolled grape belt, Rizhao pomegranate skirt. -South Liang He thinks of "South Garden Meets Beauty"
Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy. -A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin in Qing Dynasty
Hire more than thirteen people, and cardamom will end in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll up the bead curtain. ——? Du Mu's First Farewell in Tang Dynasty
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup. -Qing Ping Diao by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty
When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu in the Northern Song Dynasty, "When is Youth Beauty, Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon"
Beautiful shutter door, how quietly she leans against it, how troubled her brow is! You may see bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply. -Li Bai's "Complaint" in the Tang Dynasty
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country. -Li Yannian of the Western Han Dynasty? Song of beauty
The city by the river is as beautiful as the picture, and the mountains are getting late. I climbed the Xie Tiao Building to overlook the clear sky. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. -"Qiu Deng Xuan Zhou Xie Tiao North Building" by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour in Tang Dynasty