1. Poems about "beautiful women"
Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Yang Shen Works: Xinxin Contents: The beautiful lady falls into her horse makeup, and the partridges gather the autumn fragrance in the forest.
The fragrant snow woven through the flowers once annoyed Lu Lang. Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Yin Works: Jealousy Flowers Content: It rained on Begonia last night, and I felt light and tender.
The beautiful woman came out of the orchid room at dawn, went to the mirror and put on red makeup. Ask Langhua, is she so servile? Langdao is not as graceful as flowers.
The beautiful woman was jealous when she heard this, not believing that a dead flower is better than a living person. Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of the man: Please let him sleep with the flowers today! Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Ming Dynasty Anonymous Works: Peach Blossoms in the cold Content: The peach blossoms are left in the cold and blown by the wind, and the remaining flowers fall across the small bridge.
A pair of goldfish are playing in the water under the bridge, and a bird is grooming its new feathers by the waterside. The sweater is not wet in the yellow plum rain, and the raindrops on the river are particularly delicate.
Her graceful appearance is often accompanied by the weeping willows, with purple swallows flying high outside the willows. A beautiful woman in a high pavilion plays a jade flute, with a silk ribbon hanging from the flute's edge.
Exquisite tapestry and fragrant Buddha's hand, with a fan in hand to watch the river tide. The sails are steady on both sides of the tide, I sit firmly in the boat and rock slowly.
Swinging into the Xihe River, it is getting late, and the evening window is lonely and boring. Chatting and pushing open the screen window to watch the desolation, the falling clouds are knocked by the water, knocking on the door and asking for directions to the rooftop, passing by a broken bridge, and planting peach trees beside the bridge.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi Works: Butterfly Love Flower Content: The flowers have faded to red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds the house. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world.
The swing in the wall escapes outside the wall, the passers-by outside the wall, the beauty inside the wall smiles. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Ouyang Xiu Works: Ming Fei Qu and Wang Jiefu Content: There was a beautiful woman in the Han Palace, whom the emperor did not know at the beginning. She followed the Han envoys and married a Shan Yu. There is no such thing as stunning beauty in the world. Once lost, it is hard to find again. Although it can kill the painter, what good will it do? As far as the eyes and ears are concerned, Wanli'an can control Yi Di! The Han Dynasty is clumsy in planning and sincerity, and it is difficult for women to boast of their beauty.
When the concubine Ming left, she shed tears on the flowers on the branches; the strong wind rose at dusk, wandering to someone's house. Beauty is better than others, but life is miserable. Don't blame yourself for the spring breeze.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Li Yu Works: Huanxisha Contents: The red sun is already three feet high, and the golden furnace is filled with fragrant beasts. The red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.
The beautiful lady dances with her golden hairpin, and when she is drunk, she picks up the flower stamens and smells them. I heard the flute and drum playing in the distance in the other hall. 2. Poems related to beautiful women
There are many poems describing beautiful women, and some good poems are also classics.
There are many such poems, and I can only list some of them. The following are selected poems about beautiful women. The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If we hadn’t met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai. May I ask who is similar to the Han Palace? Poor Feiyan relies on her new makeup.
Famous beauties are in love with each other, and the king often laughs at them. To explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north.
The beauty rolled up the beaded curtain and sat deeply with her eyebrows furrowed, but when she saw wet tears, she didn't know who she hated. I have been employed for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
A generation falls in love with the city and chases the waves, and Wu Gong recalls his family in the sky. Follow the example of the girl next door in the east, her hair is white and her gauze is still hanging by the stream.
Her charming eyes closed shyly, her red lips opened in a smile. The wind blows through the grape belt, and the sun shines on the pomegranate skirt.
Two eyebrows that look like frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyes that look like happiness but not happiness. The state of mind gives rise to the sorrow of two dimples, and the disease of coquettishness attacks the whole body.
Tears a little, panting slightly. Quietness is like a delicate flower shining on the water, action is like a weak willow supporting the wind.
The heart has one more hole than the stem, and the disease is like Xizi, which is three points better. Hibiscus comes out of clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed.
Looking back and smiling, you will be full of charm, the sixth palace is colorless. A branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
If West Lake is compared to Xizi, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup. His hands are like catkins, his skin is like gelatin, his collar is like a caterpillar grub, his teeth are like gourds and rhinoceros, his head is like a moth's eyebrows, he has a clever smile and beautiful eyes.
Beautiful eyebrows and slender eyes, looking forward to the flight of the gods, the essence of literary brilliance, forgetting the vulgarity after seeing it. 3. 5 ancient poems containing beautiful words
1. On the stage, the beauty is intoxicated by singing, and below the stage, the whip is used to dazzle the warriors. 2. In the middle of the night, under the river and moonlight, the beauty is roasting the fish head with her delicate hands. 3. "Poetry·Beifeng· "Jianxi": "Who thinks of it, the beauty of the West?" 4 Only the scattered vegetation, fearing the beauty's twilight. (Qu Yuan's "Li Sao") 5. The beauty is walking across the sound field, thousands of miles away, facing the bright moon. (Six Dynasties) , Xie Zhuang's "Moon Ode") 6. The beauty is by the Qingjiang River, it is the moon that sings bitterly at night. (Wang Changling) 7. The beauty bid farewell to me, leaving the mirror in the box. Since the flower face has gone, the autumn water has no hibiscus. (Bai Juyi's "Sense" "Mirror") 8. The beauty Juanjuan stands across the autumn water, washing her feet in the Dongting and looking at the eight wilderness. (Du Fu's "Remonstrance to Han") 9 The beauty Linying is in Baidi, dancing wonderfully in this song. 10 The wind orchids dance with fragrance, and the rain The leaves are falling with cold drops. The beauty will not come. Looking at the sunset from the front mountain, I am pregnant with Zheng Ji and Meng Chi.
4. Poems about the four great beauties. Poems about them ~ I couldn’t draw the origin of the urgent mood, and it was a waste of time
Beauty Chapter 4: Ode to Xishi, Fu Chai, what’s the hatred, what’s the kindness of hooking up with a lowly person. I wish I didn’t know it. Fan Li was still a native of Huansha. He chanted Zhaojun's ring and could not return home, and the grass outside the wall was like smoke. He still hated the moon in the Han Palace, which always shone on Hu Tian. The flow of sending girls. Chanting about the jade ring and mandarin hair without hair, how can it be a flower that can explain the language. The neon clothes dance in the air, dancing until the sun sets. Zhuo Wenjun's digital poem After saying goodbye, the two places fell in love, only talking about March and April, who knows five or six years , I have no intention to play the lyre, the eight-line script cannot be passed down, the nine-link chain is broken from it, I can't see through the ten-mile long pavilion, I have hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, I have no choice but to blame the man. There are thousands of words and endless words, all kinds of boredom, ten leaning on the railing, nine times climbing up to watch the lone wild goose In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full and people are not. In July and a half, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilly. In May, the pomegranate flowers are as red as fire, but cold rain showers water the flowers. In April, the loquats are not in color yet. Huang, I want to look in the mirror and my mind is confused, and I am in a hurry. In March, the peach blossoms turn with the water and drift away. In February, the string of the kite is broken. Oh, Lang, Lang, I wish you would be a girl and I would be a boy in the next life. 5. Poems about "beauties"
Era: Ming Dynasty
Author: Yang Shen
Work: Suxin
Content:
p>The golden lady falls into her horse makeup, and the partridges pick the autumn fragrance in the forest.
The fragrant snow woven through the flowers once annoyed Lu Lang.
Era: Ming
Author: Tang Yin
Work: Jealousy Flower
Content:
Last night at the beginning of Begonia It's raining,
A few words are light and delicate.
The beautiful woman comes out of the orchid room at dawn,
turns to look in the mirror and puts on red makeup.
Is it good to ask Langhua if she has such a slender face?
A gentleman is not as graceful as a flower.
The beautiful woman was jealous when she heard this,
I don’t believe that a dead flower is better than a living person.
Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of your husband:
Please sleep with them today!
Era: Ming Dynasty
Author: Ming Dynasty Anonymous
Work: Peach Blossoms in the Cold
Content:
Peach Blossom The wind blows the cold wind, and the remaining flowers fall across the small bridge.
A pair of goldfish are playing in the water under the bridge, and a bird is grooming its new feathers by the waterside.
The sweater is not wet in the yellow plum rain, and the raindrops on the river are particularly delicate.
Her graceful appearance is often accompanied by the weeping willows, with purple swallows flying high outside the willows.
A beautiful lady in a high pavilion plays a jade flute, with a silk ribbon hanging from the flute's edge.
Exquisite tapestry and fragrant Buddha's hand, with a fan in hand to watch the river tide.
The sails are steady on both sides of the tide, and I sit firmly in the boat and rock slowly.
Swinging into the Xihe River, it is getting late, and the evening window is lonely and boring.
Chatting and pushing open the screen window to watch the cold, falling clouds are knocked by the water.
Knocking on the door and asking for directions to the rooftop. There is a broken bridge passing by, and peach trees are planted beside the bridge.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Work: Die Lianhua
Content:
Flowers fade The remaining red and green apricots are small,
When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches,
There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world.
Swing inside the wall and escape outside the wall,
People walking outside the wall, the beauty inside the wall smiles.
The laughter gradually fades away,
I am passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Ouyang Xiu
Works: Ming Fei Qu and Wang Jiefu
Content:
There was a beautiful woman in the Han Palace, whom the emperor had not met for the first time.
She followed the Han envoys and married a Shanyu far away.
There is no such thing as beauty in the world. Once lost, it is hard to find again.
Even if you can kill the painter, what good will it do?
As far as the eyes and ears are concerned, Wanli'an can control the Yi Di!
The Han Dynasty is already clumsy in planning and sincerity, and it is difficult for women to boast of their beauty.
When Ming Fei left, she shed tears on the flowers on the branches;
The strong wind rose at dusk, wandering to someone's home.
Beauty is better than others, but life is miserable. Don’t blame yourself for the spring breeze.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties
Author: Li Yu
Work: Huanxisha
Content:
The red sun is gone Three feet high and transparent,
The golden furnace is filled with incense beasts.
The red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.
The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins,
When drunk, she picks up the stamens and smells them.
I heard the playing of flutes and drums in the distance from the other hall.