Poem about head portrait 1. The picture is beautiful.
1. Clocks can go back to the starting point, but not yesterday.
What makes people mature is experience, not years.
3. Without preset expectations, caring for people will be more comfortable.
There is a kind of injury called sadness, that is, eyelashes can no longer bear the weight of tears, and they will fall off when touched lightly.
5. Mutual respect is the first virtue, and the necessary distance is the premise of any kind of respect.
There are clouds in the sky, bags in front of us, and an endless road to the sun. 7. You never know who inadvertently said goodbye to you and then really disappeared.
8. Tell your love, because you never know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident!
9. You can never see my loneliest time, because when I can't see you, it's my loneliest time.
10. The real meaning of the iron rice bowl is not to eat in one place for a lifetime, but to eat in every place for a lifetime.
1 1. Take courage to lower your head and raise your head confidently.
12. Everyone is primitive at birth. Sadly, many people have gradually become pirates.
13. The real bad guys are not terrible, but the fake good people are terrible.
14. Being busy is a kind of happiness, which makes us have no time to experience pain; Running around is a kind of happiness, which makes us truly feel life; Fatigue is a kind of enjoyment, which leaves us no time to be empty.
15. Sighing is a waste of time and crying is a waste of energy.
16. Not everyone can live a low-key life. The basis of keeping a low-key is to keep a high profile at any time.
17. Never frown even when you are unhappy, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
18. Never mentioned, not because I forgot, but because I remembered.
19. The temperature of life depends on the temperature of the soul.
20. If sincerity is a kind of harm, please choose a lie; If a lie is a kind of harm, please choose silence; If silence is a kind of injury, please choose to leave.
2 1. Let the future pass, let the past pass.
22. When most people care about whether you fly high or not, only a few people care about whether you are tired or not. This is friendship.
2. Portrait description sentence
His ears are surprisingly big, like two small cattail leaf fans.
His ears are like two mussels strutting proudly! Two protruding ears guard the sides of the head, just like two screens. Her exposed rows of teeth are as white as freshly peeled almonds.
She bared her teeth as neatly as pearls. His dark face showed a row of white teeth.
The child laughed loudly, revealing two rows of white teeth. The girl has fine features, a long face and a pointed chin like a lotus petal.
His white beard fluttered on his chest like a wisp of snow. He leaned back, his goatee pouting like a rabbit's tail.
While listening, the old man stroked his beard, like a dry corn beard. His beard is half a foot long, just like the roots of an old banyan tree, fluttering in the wind.
His dark face was covered with thick whiskers, like a trampled thatch. Those sunken cheeks are covered with beards, hairy like hedgehogs.
The child's hair is as soft as tender grass in spring. The little girl has blonde hair like an ear of corn.
Her hair is neatly combed like a big shiny hat. Those two locks of hair were tied behind smiles send us light's head at random, and they walked like a rooster's tail.
The top of the head is dotted with a sparse and dry hair, like the fluff of a duckling. Her hair is black and silky smooth, and she walks flexibly.
Golden curls hang down the smooth forehead like waves. The female nurse floating in and out has black hair like a sheep's tail.
Her hair is black and bright, like the wings of a crow. Her black hair hangs over her shoulders like a veil.
Her black hair is as soft as wicker. His silvery white hair reminds people of the golden pine covered with snow, which is a testimony of his weather-beaten and hardships.
His hair is getting whiter and whiter, like a head of frost and snow. His hair and beard are all white, like silver, shining with crystal white light.
Fluffy bangs hung on his forehead like willow trees in March. His short hair, half an inch long, is as dry and hard as reed grass in autumn and has no oil at all.
His hedgehog hair is short and thick, showing a stubbornness. The most striking thing is the thick black shawl with long hair, just like a black waterfall hanging in the air.
Her shiny black hair hangs down naturally, as smooth and soft as black brocade. Her hair was half-dry, blown by the evening breeze and fluttering in front of the bright moon-like face.
Her short hair is messy, like a hen's tail. The twisted long hair rushed into the sky like a black flame.
His hair is as messy as usual, like a broken broom. His hair is piled on his head like a bird's nest.
I haven't combed my long hair like a mop cloth for months. His hair is two inches long and messy, like a magpie's nest.
His hair is thin and yellow, and it is fluffy like a messy grass nest. The girl wears a braid at the back of her head.
Short braids with red ribbons are flying in her ears like two butterflies. She wears a braid like a sparrow's tail.
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. He stood on tiptoe from behind several floors and craned his neck like a goose.
I saw that the man turned white, so that the blood on his neck was clearly visible. She is yellow and thin, like a green rope, and her neck looks as slender as a goose. His shoulders and chest are covered with acne, which really looks like a calf.
He has broad shoulders and is tall and strong. He has a broad mind and a huge chest, and he is angry with a cow for his strength.
There seems to be a stick in his cavity, and he keeps his chest out. The old man's bony chest is like a shutter.
The young man's whole back is black and shiny, as if he had been oiled. The old man's hunchback arched upward like a hill.
He used to bend his back, but now he is getting worse and worse, just like carrying a pot. The girl's waist is as thin as a gourd, as if it would break at the touch.
The girl's waist is as thin and soft as Yang Liuzhi's. His stomach swelled like a balloon filled with too much gas.
That man has short limbs and a bulging belly, like a frog. His whole body is round, especially his belly is bulging like a barrel. His stomach arrived before the man arrived.
The fat belly is bulging as if it had been hit by an air pump. His chubby belly swelled up like a cauldron for hundreds of people to cook, and it was buckled on him.
The little girl's chubby little hand is like a shower head, and there are four deep pits on the back of her hand. The girl's little hands are white and tender, just like steamed bread just out of the pot.
His big hands are as strong as crab claws. These hands are so wrinkled and deep, just like old roots dug in a ravine.
His hands are so rough that they seem to be covered with thorns. Anyone who touches them seems to be bleeding. His hands are as hairy as bear's paw.
That hand is not the red and round hand I remember, but thick, stupid and cracked, like pine bark. The girl's fingers are thin and long, like new bamboo shoots after rain. Her 10 fingers were covered with blood bubbles, purple and black, like ripe wild grapes.
His fingers are thick, his thumb is like radish, and his nails are as thick as ancient copper coins. The old man's fingers are as thin as crab legs.
Every finger of the old man's hand can't stretch straight, and there are cocoons inside and outside. The whole thing really looks like a small rake made of branches. Her open arms kept shaking like flying wings.
Those two small arms are round and white, like two tender lotus roots just out of the water. His arms are thicker than rafters, and his fists are as big as garlic bowls! His short arms are as thick as a tree trunk.
The blue veins on his arm are like ivy wrapped around branches. The child's calf is white and round, like the lotus root in autumn.
Her legs are thick and short, just like the supports of an old sofa. His calves are as hard as iron bars.
Long thin legs.
3. Poems describing pictures
Xijiang month
Mao Mao rain on the floor. There are many lakes outside the river. At that time, the circus was in Dongxu. Nanpu is bleak today.
Don't hate yellow flowers. And teach red powder to help each other. You don't have to look at dogwood. Sell the world to the present and the present.
He Xinlang (summer scene)
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. I will be alone with you when bloom is full of flowers and waves. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
4. Poems describing people's appearance
1, Beauty Combs Her Hair Song
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Shi Menghan, incense into a bun, sandalwood half heavy.
The windlass croaked and sang jade, scaring Lotus to sleep on her new feet.
Shuangluan River opened the mirror with autumn water light to solve the problem of standing in the mirror.
A string of fragrant silk scattered on the ground, and the jade hairpin fell silently.
However, the hand is crow-colored and the jade is slippery.
Spring breeze is full of troubles and carelessness, and it has no power in eighteen years.
The makeup is not oblique, and the clouds step on the goose sand several times.
Without saying anything, where to go? Low-grade self-folding cherry blossoms.
A beauty like this, Shi is still dreaming at dawn. In the cold gauze curtain, the fragrant bun is half covered with a heavy sandalwood pillow, which is fluffy.
The gurgling of pulleys from outside woke up a hibiscus beauty from a deep sleep. Open the double Luan mirror cover, Kagami Akira, such as autumn water, stood on the ivory bed, untied the bun and looked at the mirror.
A long fragrant silk has been scattered on the ground like a dark cloud, and the jade grate silently combs the slender and soft hair. The tender hand pushes the black hair plate, which is so green that even Baochai can't insert it.
The bright spring breeze makes her soft and lazy. 18-year-old beauty has a high bun, as if she can't win. The combed bun is beautiful and neat, and the footsteps move gently in gorgeous clothes. Where would she go without saying a word behind her back? Go down the steps and put the cherry on your head.
2. "Speaking of people"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
To control a person, he must dress appropriately. Son of Qi Hou, wife of Wei Hou. East Palace's sister, Duke Xing's aunt, Tan.
Soft, skin solidified, collar like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head is a moth's eyebrow, she smiled and looked forward to it.
Master Di Di said that in the countryside. Four animals are arrogant, and Zhu Biao goes his own way. I am looking forward to North Korea. The doctor retired effortlessly.
The river is rich, and the living water in the north runs. When you do, you will become rich. Exposure is guilty, and ordinary people are guilty.
What a beautiful girl, wearing a beautiful linen shirt. She is the daughter of Qi Hou, the bride of Wei Hou, the sister of the Prince, the sister of Xing Hou, and her elder sister Tan Gong.
Hands are as soft as spring, skin is as white and moist as jelly, neck is as beautiful as salamander, and teeth are the neatest. Full forehead, slender eyebrows, touching smile and touching eyes.
What a tall girl, the car parked in the farmland in the country. Look how energetic those four horses are. HongLing was tied to the horse's chew, and the float Xu hurried to the court. Your doctors left the court early, so don't bother the king too much now.
The water of the Yellow River is white and flows northward into the sea. Fish nets swish in the water, fish brush in the water, and reeds are long on both sides. The girl who marries him is tall and the man who marries him is handsome!
3. "Bodhisattva Man, overlapping hills, blinding by gold"
Tang dynasty: Wen
The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.
Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. The new post is embroidered with lolo, all of which are golden partridges.
The eyebrow makeup covers a part of the forehead yellow, and the hair on the sideburns floats by. White cheeks as snow, too lazy to get up. I draw a flying moth eyebrow, tidy up my clothes and freshen up, leisurely. Take a picture of the newly inserted flowers and look at the front mirror and the back mirror. The red flowers complement each other in appearance. The silk dress I just put on is embroidered with pairs of golden partridges.
4. Weeds
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
Weed tendrils, dew shining on the grass.
A beautiful woman is walking on the road, very beautiful.
It's perfect for me to meet a real coincidence.
Wild weeds grow in rows, and dew is round and round on the grass.
A beautiful woman is walking on the road, with clear facial features and beautiful and moving.
I didn't expect to meet the real Joe, and she was both happy.
The countryside is green and covered with dew. There is a beautiful girl looking forward to flirting. It was love at first sight when we met today. The countryside is overgrown with weeds and dewdrops are crystal clear. There is a beautiful girl with beautiful and affectionate eyes. Today, I am destined to meet you hand in hand.
5. Old Carving Board
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Carved incense sticks, cold popsicles and painting halls are all unique scenery. The host was affectionate and gave a banquet in red makeup.
Tired of jade round rubbing the neck, lotus root is tender and newly woven fairy clothes. Double songs, empty eaves turn to the bright moon, and the aftertaste is still melodious.
On the earth, where there is, there is ordinary, which should be called ordinary. There are fanatics in the seat. They are upset and worried.
It is said that the golden hairpin fell, pointing to the thin bamboo shoots. I've seen it before. I won Song Yu's victory. I imagine giving it to Gao Tang.
Cigarettes rise from carved panels and cold air comes from icicles. The picture gallery has a unique scenery. The host is affectionate and invites beautiful women to dinner.
The singer's neck is white and round, as if it were made of nephrite. Lotus root skirt is like a fairy's newly knitted dress. After several songs, the moon has turned to the eaves, and the lingering sound is still melodious.
Where can I find this song in the world? Those ordinary actresses are really unusual. All the wild guests present were in a daze. The singer said that Chai Jin fell to the ground and was about to pick it up when her fingers showed like bamboo shoots. I saw someone more beautiful than Gao.