Are there any poems about beauty?

And know the gentleman, three transgressions and four times, feelings like waves, three wives are not too many, and four concubines still feel less.

Don't ask jun, my heart leads me a few silk, which is better than Iraq's. I can't finish my feelings, so don't make things worse.

Wen, why life and death, why life and death, why a person as a concubine, death is not enough for fear.

You know, my heart is filled with cattails, and my heart is filled with stones. How can cattail be compared with stone?