Ancient poems about hair 1. Ancient poems about hair
When the windows are decorated with clouds and temples, the mirrors are painted yellow (Mulan)
It is so high in the city. Four directions are higher than one night (the source of ancient poetry)
I used not to comb my hair, but it hung over my shoulders and stretched out on Lang's knees. What's not pathetic?
From ancient times to the present, no matter how thick the lines are, there are always too many concerns about the hair that is homophonic with "love". Just look at the verbs that describe combing your hair: pulling, sticking, pulling, and all kinds of hair styles: coiled hair style, Qiu Chan hair style, Wonuo hair style, Fuyun hair style, Feng Fei hair style ... There are so many beautiful names, which record a lot of annoying feelings. No wonder ancient literati advanced and retreated in the mood of "reading Taoist books casually and combing their hair under the crystal curtain". Even if she is as brave as Mulan, she has done a lot in the army on behalf of her father 12 years. The first task when she returns home is to "be a window manager and paint the mirror yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women. When their lover leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and let him take it away. Moreover, after parting from you, they gave up on themselves spontaneously: "from the east of my uncle, I am like a flying canopy;" Without ointment, who is suitable for it? "People who like themselves are not around, even their hair is messy, and they are too lazy to comb.
2. Ancient poems about hair
Li Bai's Qiu Ge
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Don't be idle, you are white-headed and sad.
-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
Jade pot and green silk, it is too late to sell wine.
-Li Bai's "Unequal Wine"
Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! !
-Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
The spring breeze upstairs is going to rest. Who can look at the sad hair in the mirror?
-Li Bai's "Yi Dao"
Apes have white hair, both long and short.
-Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
In those days, the spirit was uneven and the white hair was like silk.
-Li Bai's "There is respect for wine before two songs"
Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.
-Li Bai's "Chivalry"
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
-Li Shangyin "Untitled"
The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .
-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
-Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"
Baoji wears loose lead and light makeup.
Red mist's hood is airy and wobbly.
It's better to see love than to meet each other.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the wine wakes up slightly. May the moon be quiet.
-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Zhu Jiang with white hair and jade bridge is used to watch the spring breeze of the moon in autumn.
-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian"
The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself.
-Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden
When the window is decorated with clouds and temples, the mirror is painted yellow.
-Mulan words
"The hair clasp wants to slip, and the bun is slightly off, but I am looking for cream powder."
The clouds are curled up in a bun, and the autumn is crisp and eye-catching. "
Learning to draw a pair of moths is unsuccessful, and the temples are blue. "
. . . . .. the above is taken from Zhou Zizhi's Ci.
Beauty bath, green swamp lotus.
Double bun like jade, Su E glow light green.
Elegant and elegant, leisurely and comfortable, snow reflects gold.
The water splashed blue silk beads intermittently, crisp and fragrant.
. . . . . . . . Visit Jinmen (Yanxuan)
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan's knee is not poor either.
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb. Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
The Book of Songs says: "Curly as a cloud, disdainful. "Curly hair" means thick black hair and "Curly hair" means bun. This ancient poem praised thick black hair as a dark cloud in the sky. With such dark hair, I'm too lazy to use a fake bun. Later generations often refer to women's hair as dark clouds, such as the word "dark clouds are high".
The ancients often praised women's hair as "curly hair". For example, "Twenty-eight Years of Zuo Gong" says: "Once upon a time, there was a woman, black and beautiful, whose name was Xuan Wife." "Taiping Magnolia" records that "it's pleasing to see (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) his (Wei Zifu's) temple". As soon as Wei Zifu's hair opened, it shone like a black waterfall, which immediately attracted the young Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. (It is said that Liang Wudi was worried about having no offspring at that time, so he paid more attention to some Taoist viewpoints, such as thick hair, vigorous qi and blood, vigorous qi and blood, longer life and more children. "Biography of the Empress Shen" and "Biography" recorded: "The hair is seven feet long, and it is like paint, and its light can be discerned." Another example is "Seven Discrimination of Selected Works of Zhao Ming": "Curly hair can be learned." "Juan" and "Xuan" are both words praising blackening. And the hair shines like a bronze mirror, which is amazing.
3. Ancient poems about hair
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long. I wonder where to look for autumn frost in the mirror.
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan Shenlang's knee, where is it not pitiful?
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb.
Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
Endless desire
A wisp of cloud, a wisp of jade, a thin shirt and a pair of light snails.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun.
If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
Pusaman
I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, wanting to rest and wait for the green hills to rot. Fish scales floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely.
During the day, Beidou returns to the south and cannot rest. It will clear up after midnight.
4. Poems about "hair"
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long. I wonder where to look for autumn frost in the mirror.
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan Shenlang's knee, where is it not pitiful?
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb.
Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
Endless desire
A wisp of cloud, a wisp of jade, a thin shirt and a pair of light snails.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun.
If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
Pusaman
I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, wanting to rest and wait for the green hills to rot. Fish scales floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely.
During the day, Beidou returns to the south and cannot rest. It will clear up after midnight.
5. Ancient poems describing hair
1, the most striking thing is that the thick black shawl long hair hangs in the air like a black waterfall.
She has dark and thick hair.
She let her hair down so that all the sunshine will be jealous.
The golden curls hang down the smooth forehead like waves.
She wears a braid like a sparrow's tail.
6. Her hair is as hot as black waves.
7. I left that row of hair. Make her more elegant and graceful.
8, long hair fluttering, as smooth and soft as waves.
9. Her hair is as thick as a horse's mane. But with the turmoil and gentleness of the child, it curled around her little ears.
10, her shiny black hair hangs down naturally, as smooth and soft as black brocade.
1 1. Her black hair is as soft as wicker.
12. The girl wears a braid at the back of her head.
13, her black hair, combed into two short braids, hung over her ears, with two big red bows on it, as if two beautiful butterflies were flying among the flowers.
14, fluffy Liu Haier hangs on his forehead, like a willow tree in March.
15, Little Pump Niang's two braids hang like twists on the back of her neck.
16, stuck on the back of the head with a pig's tail like a steel brush.
17, her black hair, combed into two short braids, hung over her ears with two big red bows, as if two beautiful butterflies were flying among the flowers.
18, a few locks of hair flying around outside, hanging over her like a nimbus.
19, her light red hair is braided into a bun on the top of her head, and loose buns are left on both sides to cover her ears.
20, a fluffy yellow hair, but happy to dance, relaxed and loose, from time to time need to tidy up, as if to cover up the fairy under the weeping willow.
2 1, she has a thick black hair on her head. Tie it behind her head, as if her neck is too fragile to bear this hairstyle.
22. Her hair is combed into a crown shape, shining like fine golden sand.
23. Thick hair naturally curls, and chestnut braids shine with exceptionally beautiful golden light.
A 24-year-old female nurse came in and out, her black hair curled like a sheep's tail.
25. A trace of silvery white hair emerged from mother's black hair and climbed to mother's forehead.
26. Their hair hangs freely over their shoulders, just like sunshine floating in the wind.
27. Her hair is all white, dry and dark. Like a pile of hemp skin that has been stored for too long.
28. Her hair is neatly combed like a big shiny hat.
29. Miss Li has beautiful hair, black and bright, thick and dense. When she stands in the sun and shakes her head gently, her hair will glow with colorful light.
30. There are strands of long hair under the hat. They are braided first. Then twist them into several big braid, and then roll them up, just like rushes woven on a basket.
3 1, her hair is half dry, blown by the night wind and fluttering in front of the bright moon-like face.
32. She took off her hat, and her light yellow hair, thinner and softer than silk, shone through the sunshine between the trees. Shine like gold.
33. Her thick black hair twists and turns, shining amber and bronze, dazzling.
34. Those two locks of hair stuck casually behind Xiao Ya's head, like a rooster's tail, and began to jump.
35. Two braids are at the back of the head, pulling like a pig's tail.
36. Her thick black hair, growing on such a thin body, is like a miracle.
37. Her short and dense hair really looks like a bunch of dark flowers.
38-year-old, with black hair, combed two green snails with a brain spoon.
39. Dark hair is extremely thick, and thick curly hair of bronze color surrounds her cheeks and hangs down to her round shoulders.
40. Her hair is black and bright, like the wings of a crow.
4 1, black as the wings of a crow. Thick and soft curly hair hung down to her shoulders, but near her forehead, she was tightly bound by a golden crown studded with jewels, and her grassy hair spread out in black and white on her forehead.
I hope I can help you and adopt it.
6. What ancient poems describe "hair"?
1, "Bath" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
After years of not taking a bath, my skin is covered with dirt. If you take a bath today, you will lose weight. Old color, white head and temples, weak form. There is a leftover band in the width of the dress, so it is difficult to comb the hair. Ask yourself what year this year is, the beginning of spring and autumn. Forty has been like this, and seventy knows nothing.
2, "My Boy" years: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
My baby is arrow. Arrow is only seven years old. I am not a gifted scholar, but I pity you for not having a brother. Although the upbringing is arrogant, the sexual knowledge is quite smart. Do your mother's thrush and let me recite poems. My tooth will fall out today. Your tooth was born yesterday. My hair is falling out, and your bun is just beginning to take shape. Young and old don't treat each other, and your father failed your children and babies. I miss the hearts of the ancients. Cai Yong read Moon Hee, and Yu Gong sighed Ti Ying. Dare I ask what your strength is? But I haven't forgotten my father's feelings.
3, "Sigh Before Flowers" Age: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Fifty-two years ago, fifty-five years this year. At the age of 20, I know what I have done in class, and I can bring it into the snow from first frost. A few people are too old to feel sorry for themselves, and Fan Li and tachileik are ruined. There are plum blossoms in the south and plum blossoms in the north, and they like to be flower owners every year. Whoever advises drinking before drinking can sit, sing and dance. Want to look at the flowers carefully and try to know that there will be no wind and rain tomorrow?
4, "Hu Tenger" Age: Tang Author: Li Duan
Hu Teng is a child of Liangzhou, and his skin is like a jade nose. Tongbu light shirt rolls back and forth, and grapes hang on one side. Kneel in front of the tent as the local voice, pick up the lapel, fiddle with the sleeves and let the king dance. An old shepherd in Xi closed his eyes and watched, while a poet in Charlotte copied music and poetry. Raise your eyebrows and move your eyes on the carpet, and the red sweat exchanges with the beaded hat. Drunk and inclined east and west, the boots before the lamp are weak. All swiftness in the circle should be coordinated, and the backhand is akimbo. Si Tong suddenly put on a song, whining about the hair in the corner of her eyes. Hu Tengger singer and Hu Tengger singer, do you know the way to your hometown?
5, "Xiao Yi Ni Shi" Year: Tang Author: Wang Jian
Fresh shaved hair, born without eyebrows. Light body, steady worship, slow heart and late memory. It is out of date to arouse the invasion of dawn and urge fasting. Spring steps down, flowers work privately.
6, "Gift Weng" years: Tang Author: Wang Jian
I like to borrow my neighbors, so I don't worry. See the sun and the fairy medicine, and save the patient with calligraphy.
Spend the summer with a monk and lie in the middle of wine for ten days. You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.
7, "Moonlit Night" Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
8, "Untitled" era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
7. Poems about women's hair
1. The mountains overlap and the gold disappears, and the clouds are fragrant and the cheeks are snowy. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. (Wen Tingjun)
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. (Du Fu)
3. The water attracts the eyes, and the mountains gather the eyebrows. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining. (You may need a sentence)
4. The temples are like dark clouds, and the hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, the cardamom is still fragrant, and it is suspected that the peach blossoms are just beginning to bloom.
5. Rollo is long and short, and the green temples are not low. Long eyebrows and a jade-like face, and a fine gauze on her wrist.
6. Holding the dark clouds and bending the crescent moon; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. stand out. I woke up tired of embroidery. What a good pulse, it dries up before dawn and clings like a willow.
8. Clouds lightly comb cicadas, moths lightly brush spring mountains.
9. The sideburns hold Qingyun to bully indigo, and the eyebrows are like knives.
10. Browse tender willows in early spring; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
1 1. The eyebrows are dizzy and beautiful, and the two crows paint fragrant clouds.
Stay up late and get it out! No credit, no hard work.