Bodhisattva is full of Wei Zhuang.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. Spring water is like the sky, painting a boat and listening to the rain.
The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
"The edge is like a bright moon, and the frost and snow on the wrist" is a famous sentence for writing the beauty of beauty.
The beauty on the edge has fine eyebrows and clear eyes, and her skin is like snow. Gee, although she is gentle, why is there always a faint sadness in her brow and a melancholy in her eyes?
Two farewell songs, a Du Mu.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Teenage girls are naive, youthful and lively, like a blooming flower, beautiful and invincible. Even in the prosperous Yangzhou since ancient times, no beauty can surpass her!
Qin Feng in the Book of Songs.
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long.
Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
"Qin Wang sweeps Liuhe, and he looks at him." Sergeant Qin's blood is magnificent, and his Shaanxi accent is bold and desolate, but Qin Feng is poignant and tactfully. That beautiful girl, even though the road is difficult and dangerous, I must come to you.
Song of everlasting regret, excerpted from Bai Juyi.
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.