Clothes: She is wrapped in a pale pink robe with a white gauze on top, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. The pleats of her skirt are like snow and moonlight flowing and flowing to the ground. She is more than three feet tall, which makes her gait more graceful and graceful. Three thousand blue silk hairs are tied up with a hairband, and a butterfly hairpin is inserted into her head. A strand of green silk hair hangs on her chest. A thin application of pink and white only adds color, creating a faint red feeling on the cheeks. Her pure skin is as delicate and lovely as petals, and her whole body is like a butterfly flying in the wind, or like clear and clear ice and snow... A large peony, emerald green smoke gauze, and a meandering pink narcissus scattered flower and green leaf skirt, Wearing thin smoky green gauze with golden threads. The low-hanging temples are slanted with inlaid pearls and jasper, and the moon-shaped face is full of water and hibiscus. Wearing a pale white palace dress, her elegance has a bit of a worldly aura. The wide skirt flows behind you, elegant and luxurious. The jade-like black hair is simply tied into a flying fairy bun, and a few full and round pearls are randomly embellished in the hair, making the dark cloud-like hair even more soft, shiny and moist. The beautiful eyes are full of brilliance as they look forward, and there is a light smile between the red lips. Wearing a light blue gauze dress with a white gauze draped over her shoulders, the breeze blows, giving people a feeling of ecstasy. Her black hair was draped loosely on her shoulders, looking slightly soft, without a trace of powder on her face. She was walking slowly in the imperial garden. Looking at the peonies that had passed their flowering period, she couldn't help but think of herself. She now has the emperor's favor, just like the peonies in full bloom. , coquettish, gorgeous. If one day I grow old and the emperor's favor disappears, will I be like the peony that has passed its flowering period, sleeping in the soil and no one cares about it? As I was thinking about it, I actually felt like crying. Youyou sighed, wearing a light blue dress with white dots of red plums embroidered on the skirt. She used a white brocade belt to tie the fragile dress. Her slender waist was tied up. She tied her green silk into a wishful bun, and only inserted a plum blossom white jade hairpin. Although simple, she looked fresh and elegant. She was wearing a light blue palace dress, with fine cherry blossom petals embroidered on the skirt corners. An exquisite jasper hairpin was slanted on her head, decorated with thin silver beaded tassels. She applied a thin layer of pink on her face, and slowly walked in the imperial garden. When she saw the beautiful figure in front of her, she walked forward, leaned over, and shook her head. Concubine Xia Nianyao came to see the emperor. After the emperor said auspicious words, he smiled and was wearing a lavender dress with small pale pink gardenias embroidered on her body. Her hair was casually pulled into a loose bun, with a lavender hairpin inserted sideways, making her look somewhat casual yet elegant. Apply a little powder and make your lips not red. A emerald green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and mist and green grass, and a thin veil of green water. The shoulders are as if cut into a waist as if they are plain, and the skin is as blue as condensed fat. Charming, boneless and gorgeous. Wearing a white gauze skirt, her waist was tied into an elegant bow with water-blue silk cigarettes, and her dark hair was gently pulled up with a Wei Ling hairpin stuck at an angle. Her skin is as crystal clear as jade, and she has not applied makeup. She is walking alone in the purple bamboo forest. She wears a thin rose-scented bra of Xia Ying gauze, a soft smoke skirt with green flowers scattered around her waist, and a white plum blossom that sweeps the floor. Organza. Her waist is as thin as a willow tree, her shoulders are as thin as a shaved one, her smile is charming and her beautiful eyes are full of hope. A pale pink palace dress with a light blue butterfly spreading its wings embroidered on the skirt, and covered with a layer of white gauze. The breeze blows gently, and there is a feeling of being blown away by the wind. Her silky ink-colored hair hangs freely around her waist. Her figure is slender and her waist is weak, which makes her look even more charming. She wears a light green floral palace dress, covered with a layer of golden tulle, and has a rusty purple pattern on the wide hem. , Sanqian Qingsi pulled up some of her hair briefly, and the rest hung down around her neck. There was a small red gem hanging on her forehead, which was just the right embellishment. There is a hollow flying phoenix on the head and a golden walking wave. As the lotus steps move lightly, it makes a tinkling sound. The golden cloud sweater is embroidered with elegant orchids, the floor-length yellow ancient pattern double butterfly cloud-shaped Qianshui skirt, and the hand-held Bixia Luo peony mist gauze. Yunji E'e, wearing a hollow orchid beaded hairpin, her face is as charming as the moon, her eyes are shining and sultry. If the shoulders are cut into shape, the waist is as plain as a knot, the eyebrows are like green feathers, and the muscles are like white snow. Wearing a plain brocade palace robe with aqua-blue gauze on the outside, the breeze blows and the gauze flutters, and the whole person exudes a faint aura. Three thousand black hair was tied into a simple blue bun, and an elegant plum blossom hairpin was put on, and she walked to the imperial garden alone, looking at Concubine Chen who was slowly approaching in front of her. Smiling slightly, waiting for her to say goodbye to him first, her hair bun was exposed, her eyebrows were lightly swept, her eyes were full of spring, her skin was as smooth as warm jade, and her small cherry mouth was not dotted but red, as delicate as drops, and there were two strands of hair on her cheeks. The gentle breeze blowing on your face adds a bit of alluring charm. Wearing a long purple dress, embroidered with rich peonies, and aqua silk hanging around the waist, her perfect figure was clearly visible. She and her maid were walking slowly in the imperial garden. When they saw the Queen Mother walking towards them, Wan You smiled and Nian Yao sent greetings to the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother is blessed. Wearing a light yellow cloud-smoked sweater and a floor-length white palace satin plain snow silk cloud-shaped Qianshui skirt, her hair is combed into a bun with smoked hibiscus, her eyebrows are lightly swept with a thin layer of powder, and she is extremely bright and beautiful. When the flowers bloom and fade, the flowers fly all over the sky, and the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears, who will pity you? / The soft hairspring ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the country curtains. / The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sorrow and nowhere to go; / With her hands, she hoe the flowers out of the countryside curtain, and endures the falling flowers to come and go. / Willow silk and elm pods are beautiful, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei / The peaches and plums will bloom again next year, who will be in the boudoir next year? / In March, the fragrant nest is first built, and the swallows in the beams are too ruthless; / Although the hair can be pecked next year, the nest will be empty when people leave? / Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other; / How long can the bright beauty last, it is hard to find it once it is wandering.
/ Flowers are easy to see when they bloom but hard to find when they fall, I worry about killing the flower buryer in front of the steps; / I secretly shed tears while hoeing the flowers alone, and sprinkled the empty branches with traces of blood. / The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; / The green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm! / Is the blame on Nong so frustrating? Half pity for spring and half angry for spring. / Lian Chun suddenly comes and goes, and then goes away, and then goes without saying anything. / There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the soul of a flower or a bird? /The soul of a flower and the soul of a bird are always hard to retain. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. /May Nong grow wings this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. /Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? / If the brocade bag collects the beautiful bones, a handful of pure soil covers the romantic flow. Nature comes clean and goes clean again, and does not become dirty and falls into ditches. If you die now, you will be buried. I don’t know when I will be buried! / People who are buried with flowers today are laughing like fools, but I don’t know who they are when they are buried next year! / Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age. / Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it! " He gently stroked the body of the guqin, walked to the side, sat down, laid the qin flat, took a deep breath, and his jade fingers began to ripple on the guqin very smoothly. Along with the guqin, a melodious and somewhat sad song slowly flowed out. Green gauze skirt, white feather fan, pearl curtain, bright moon, full moon, drives red fire into the pearl curtain, infinite desert, like fog, not mist, like smoke, not smoke, still night, thoughts can't be driven away, wind, broken candle shadows, chaotic lovesickness, heart fades, one day, green light floats into the crystal chain The love is lingering in the heart, the fingers are slender, the music is involved, the nights are short, and the green silk hair is long, the green hair is long, and the companionship is sitting and watching the moon in the sky. Take a deep breath, slowly relax, but do not lose the feeling at all, continue to the end. The performance was full of concentration until the end of the last note, and the body and mind were integrated into the music. The young lady showed off her piano skills in a soft voice. The empress gestured to the maid next to her, and she knowingly handed over a white jade guzheng. She slowly sat down, slender. And the elegant hands gently stroke the strings... and the sound is like a clear water, clear and cool... like a breeze on the lake on a summer night... which makes people feel relaxed. And refreshing... After finishing the song, he stood up... smiled sweetly and showed off his ugliness... Taking the guqin from the maid's hand, he couldn't help but admire: It is indeed a palace object, with fine sandalwood texture, and the body is carved with dragons and phoenixes. The strings of the piano are as tight as gossamers. She sits down gracefully and gently raises her jade fingers, touching the surface of the piano. She concentrates on thinking deeply. The sound of the piano is euphemistic but resolute. Coming up, it's like noble flowing water, with a gurgling charm... At the end of the song, he stood up slowly, smiled softly, and said softly that Nian Yao was showing off his embarrassment. His jade hands were frivolous, and he could see the bright jade fingers playing fast on the strings. The sound of the piano is sharp and high, but not abrupt. It's like countless horses running, with strong emotions... The sound stopped and Nian Yao smiled lightly and said that it was an honor for the emperor to perform for the emperor. The fine guqin in the hand of the maid lightly picked up the silver strings with her jade hands, and plucked the guqin with both hands. The sound was as beautiful as the sound of nature. After a long time, she finished playing the song and slowly stood up to read Yao and show off her humiliation. After finishing speaking, the calligraphy and painting returned to the original position and nodded. Lang Langdao now painted "The Picture of Women's Proverbs" with only 9 sections left. It is a picture of Women's History (part of it) on silk. It is 24.8 cm long and 348.2 cm wide. This picture is based on the painting of the Western Jin Dynasty. Hua's "Nu Shi Zhen" was written in one text. The original text has twelve stanzas, and the paintings are also divided into twelve sections. There are currently 9 paragraphs from "Feng Yuan blocked the bear" to "Nu Shi Sizhen dared to sue the concubine". The work focuses on the character's demeanor. The expression is fine and continuous, with elegant and elegant colors. There is also a copy of the Song Dynasty, which is slightly inferior, but has two more sections, Fan Ji and Wei Nu, whose red lips are slightly opened, and Nianyao exhaled like a orchid. Please read this poem about the harem. On the snow-white rice paper, there are dots of ink, and the words are written in delicate regular script: "The journey of the saint is in the palace, and the lingering love can not be seen, and the rest of my life is gone."
Adjective: When I met these beauties in my eyes, I curled up the corners of my lips, lightly opened my thin lips, and stood up slowly, with a just right smile on my face.. The clear voice, and the flash of sadness in my eyes. And then... He nodded slightly... He smiled slightly and replied... Forgive Nian Yao for not being talented, but he only knew a little bit about dance and folk arts. Guan'er nodded softly and slowly, with a charming smile, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised with a perfect expression. Curved, he nodded with interest, raised the corners of his lips with a faint smile, looked at the person in front of him, and said softly