Are there any poems praising talented women and beautiful women?

Lower your head to the table, raise your sleeves to brush the flowers yellow, send the candles back to the shadows, and pass on the fragrance in your skirts. We stayed, dressed as dragons.

Floating back to the light snow, smiling and sending Youlong a surprise. The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long.

Dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.

The shoes are fragrant and scattered, the shirts are ringing and scattered, and the low hairpin is promoted, and people are winding strings.

According to the song, I moved to a weak step, and I put on a new makeup next to the candle. Xu Lai turned over the festival and went to the wrong place.