Don Wang Jian, a gift to Weng-you deserve the power of cinnabar, and you have black hair in spring.
"Wounded Spring" Song Chen Yu Yi-first frost, an orphan minister, and thousands of feet, the fireworks weigh 10,000 every year.
The poem Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia-Wandering home, affectionate, born early.
Female hair poem:
Tang Wen Ting Yun, Southern Song-I combed a low bun, and Lianjuan looked at my eyebrows.
Tang Feng Yansi, a "bodhisattva-hearted man"-JUNG WOO didn't play through, but Ji Feng Luan Chai took off.
"Bodhisattva-level person" Don Feng Yansi-she paddled in a bun and picked lotus leaves on the Qingjiang River at night.
"Bodhisattva Man" Ting Yun, Tang Wen-The mountains overlap, and the clouds are like flowers and snow. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin —— Seeing clouds change in the morning mirror, singing at dusk dares to chill the moon.
"Song of Eternal Sorrow" Tang Bai Juyi-Ji Yun was half asleep and half awake. When he came up the steps, his hat was loose.
2. Ancient poems describing hair
1, her dark hair smells like mist, and her shoulders are cold. -Du Fu
2, hair combed thousands of times, fine lines. Raising young cranes makes the seeds high and loose. Baishi stayed up all night, and the cold spring was exhausted. Never leave the hiding place where the world meets. -Tang Jiadao's Taoist in the Mountain
3, the jade piano is not completely played, and the phoenix bun is off.
4. The lone minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
5, holding Qingyun to bully indigo, eyebrows like a knife.
6, holding dark clouds, eyebrows bent crescent; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. 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.
8, the eyebrows sweep the tender willows in early spring; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
9. Weng Cong's wife in Qi Mei is also very virtuous. My sister-in-law has a beautiful face. The hair is messy and the bun is biased. Love stands at the helm. -Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
10, striking. I woke up tired of embroidery. What a good pulse, it dries up before dawn and clings like a willow.
3. The hair in ancient poetry should be used as a window for arranging the clouds and temples, and the mirror should be 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: "Since my uncle's east, it's like flying into the sky;" 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.
4. The ancient poems describing hair are as follows, which I hope to adopt: "Qiu Ge" Tang Li Bai has white hair and three thousands of feet, and his sorrow is like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Male hair poem: "To Xi Weng" Don Wang Jian-worthy of the power of cinnabar, new hair comes in spring.
"Wounded Spring" Song Chen Yu Yi-first frost, an orphan minister, and thousands of feet, the fireworks weigh 10,000 every year. The poem Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia-Wandering home, affectionate, born early.
Female hair poem: "Southern Song Dynasty" Tang Wen Ting Yun-Waldo combs her hair in a low bun, while Lian Juan sweeps her eyebrows. Tang Feng Yansi, a "bodhisattva-hearted man"-JUNG WOO didn't play through, but Ji Feng Luan Chai took off.
"Bodhisattva-level person" Don Feng Yansi-she paddled in a bun and picked lotus leaves on the Qingjiang River at night. "Bodhisattva Man" Ting Yun, Tang Wen-The mountains overlap, and the clouds are like flowers and snow.
Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. Untitled Tang Li Shangyin —— Seeing clouds change in the morning mirror, singing at dusk dares to chill the moon.
"Song of Eternal Sorrow" Don Bai Juyi-Ji Yun was half asleep and half awake. When she came along the platform, her flower hat was loose. "Spoiled" Don Cao Ye-36 ladies-in-waiting, each with a crow's bun.
"Moonlit Night" Don Du Fu —— Her hair is cloudy and fragrant, and her shoulders are cold and the moon is cold. "Goat" Wang Yuan's master, Yun Song's steamed bun, is fragrant and warm, which covers the sleep of the boudoir and hurts the spring sleep.
"The second rhyme answers Professor Shu's poem" Guan Yu Ji Mo "-the eyebrows are beautiful and the eyebrows are floating, and the crows draw clouds on their temples. Song Ugly Yuan in Unlucky Love-O, O, Heng Xiu.
I woke up tired of embroidery. What a good pulse, it dries up before dawn and clings like a willow.
Commonly used classical poems: 1. Temples are like dark clouds, and 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.
2. 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.
3. Hold the dark clouds and bend the crescent moon; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow. 4. Clouds lightly brush cicada wings, moths lightly brush spring mountains.
5. Journey to the West describes Hong Haier's appearance-holding Qingyun in the sideburns and deceiving indigo, with a crescent-shaped eyebrow. 6. The description of Jin Cuilian's appearance in "The Water Margin"-there are three Moonracer flowers on his face, and the tender willows in early spring are swept by his eyebrows; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
The poem describing hair is Untitled by Li Shangyin.
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.
Du Mu in Ancient Palace
The first emperor is gone forever, and Hongyun is heartbroken.
Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
Shichong Cao Ye
Thirty-six ladies-in-waiting, each with a bun like a crow.
Hehuang Dumu
Although the shepherd drives the horse, he is obedient and white-haired and obedient.
Du Xunhe, a widow in the mountains.
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
To Xi Weng Wang Jian
You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.
Injured spring Chen
Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
Liu Kezhuang from Beilai.
Desolate old Beijing woman, makeup bun is still xuanhe.
Wen, a singer from the south, wore a low bun and rolled his eyebrows.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
The jade Zheng is not fully played, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
Shake the oars into a bun, and pick lotus leaves in Qingjiang late.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Shanpo mutton master Wang
Yun Song's bun, sweet and warm, covered the sweet boudoir and hurt the spring sleep.
6. The ancient poem describing hair is 1. The most striking thing is the thick black shawl and long hair, like a black waterfall hanging in the air.
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.
7. There are three ancient poems about hair: thousands of feet's white hair, and sorrow is like a long beard. I don't know where to get 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 in 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
Make a thousand wishes before the pillow, waiting 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.