1, willow, almond eyes, cherry mouth, willow waist, pen holder, nice voice.
2, Qiao if three spring Zhi Tao, Su if nine autumn chrysanthemum. -Cao Xueqin
3, a beautiful woman is like a jade flower, stepping on a dragon when she is surprised. -Su Shi
4, what is thick, Hua Ruo Tao Li.
5, the new makeup should be under Zhu Lou, deep lock spring scenery.
6, beads do not move eyebrows, lead China sales naive.
7. The mountain shot by Gu Gu is inhabited by immortals. Skin is like ice and snow, like a virgin; Don't eat grains, suck the wind and drink dew; Ride the dragon in the clouds and travel around the world; Its spirit is condensed, so that things are not incomplete and immature in the years. -"Zhuangzi Xiaoyao Tour"
8. If the sun rises in the morning glow, the burning Ruofu Canal will set off a big wave.
9. Eyebrows are like jade feathers, muscles are like snow, waist is like a bundle, and teeth are like shells. -Song Yu
10, graceful and easy, light and uncontrollable. Excellent taste depends on beauty.
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12, can be like spring flowers and bright as autumn moon.
13, more than thirteen, cardamom peaked in early February.
14. First remove the residual makeup of plum powder and coat it with new red begonia.
15, there are thyme in * * * Road, and you never know that Fang's reputation is a thousand townships.
16, the taste is stunning, depending on the beauty.
17, the willow next door curled up weakly, just like the waist of the fifteenth daughter.
18, receptive, aloof, sweet and sincere, with soft and delicate skin and well-proportioned bones.
19, look in the mirror, shadow under the moon, curtain shape, wake up from sleep.
20, laughing in the dream, broken eyes; Jade wrist is born, fragrant sweat is soaked in red yarn. -Xiao Gang
2 1, that day, you are the end of the world, I am the cape, in pairs, do not rely on each other to despair; At that time, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring, inseparable and entangled; In that life, you were by Qingshui River and I was by Naihe Bridge. Your affectionate call, my affectionate. After all, we are not fairy tales. With you, we are just cartoons that I missed my whole life.
22, look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the curtains and falling flowers. Soft whispers, rustling sighs, mumbling acacia, charming the enchanting youth of rouge. Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, indulging in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing all the human customs, a Tang poem, a Song poem, and a flute lingering fragrance, which made me nostalgic in previous lives.
23. The years are quiet and the night is gentle. How dare I grow old before you come?
24. How many passers-by in the world of mortals, how many passing clouds and smoke, a farewell, the world is scattered. Butterfly water sleeve dance breeze, Wen Yusheng smoke piano geometry; In the dream, the dream of selling incense to Iraqis is still the same, and abortion is still the same; Yuanyang drunk beside Qinhuai River, osmanthus flying in the palace. Drunk eyes, tears make people look good. My heart is still missing, my love is stranded and my life is scattered, but I can't leave that summer, and I will always leave my thoughts in that fleeting time.
25, a wisp of smoke, curling up, green dragonfly water, catkins fluttering. Floating life is like a dream, quiet as water, not asking about feelings and troubles. I only wish you a good life, a good past life and a bitter life. No matter rain or snow, I just want to be indifferent, drunk and dream of death, fill my half-life displacement and bid farewell to my life. Peeling and covered with scars, waiting for the phoenix nirvana, I wish to send a piece of paper in desolation, and I wish to have clothes in this life.
26. Who watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, and who condenses into tears for thousands of years. Who guards the Sangtian Sea for whom, who guards the night until the day. Who boils moss into white hair for whom, who consumes youth into flowers for whom. Who made who laugh, who made who cry, who held whose hand, who married who? It doesn't matter who is who, whether you know the answer or not, don't try to be yourself!
27. I once said that acacia is not sad, why are the ends of the earth not together? At that time, I was extremely clever, difficult to understand fate, too late to regret, and I couldn't return to acacia, and the Millennium expectation turned to dust. Don't look back, it is always a flashy dream, and the ancient songs are still heartbroken, so there is no sadness. The world of mortals is full of different meanings, but it is hard to understand and unforgettable. Tears seep into your clothes. What I think most is that if I am young and frivolous, I will feel very hurt and cry … What if I don't know you?
28, that year, Na Yue, that time, has quietly passed. That love, that love, that acacia, has been tactfully for thousands of years. The mountain, the water and the sound of the piano gradually became clear. Rivers, banks and banks have been devastated. My figure standing on the shore is still tall and straight. Piano sounds euphemistic. Who is that, playing a stunning song and burying me in the world of mortals!
29. The climate in the plateau is really unpredictable. Sometimes happy, sometimes angry; Sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's calm and motionless.
30. Several early warblers compete to keep the trees warm, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
3 1. If you can be happy and stable in this life, who wants to be displaced?
32, drunk listening to the piano, writing poems with a smile, half a lifetime. The past life is faint, the afterlife is crisp, and the world of mortals loves tears. Wandering in the countryside several times, I thought of Yu Yan and went back to the past. Who doesn't want to, the moment is eternal, and the memory leaves traces? Who wants to say goodbye to Iraqis forever, repent of a round of frost-clearing, fragile vows, forget the river without trace, and have a broken heart, but there is nothing to do, and my love has passed away for thousands of years, vaguely rotating, and the world of mortals is old.
33, a thousand times in my heart, the fate of the afterlife, the fear of my life.
34, once, for whom to cry! You are the sand blown into my eyes, which blurs my eyes and can't see the sky clearly. This is a busy ending, not the whole city or this country, but everything to me. What do you want? Be together for life. Or a greedy day. I want it. Just a simple but stable life. Love to death, running water under the bridge The best happiness is the care you give.
35. The everlasting love of that life is a long story of lovesickness, how cold and desolate it is, how much moss overflows, how much misty rain turns into, and how much ordinary love blows away! I am sad, but I can only be a passer-by in my life. I occasionally remind you and forget, so I repeat the plot of our life. Finally, people dispersed, leaving only the past that was blown down by the wind and the past that could not be forgotten. ...
36. Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm; Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.
37. The victory of the West Lake is the reputation of Dongying. -Song Ouyang Xiu's West Lake Reading Language
38. Clear skies in Wan Li. Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes. With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet.
39. There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.
40. The endless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade plate, which is breathtaking.
4 1, people are idle, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"
42. Until the river bank widens at low tide, no wind blows my lonely sail.
43. Spring has come, everything has revived, and the willow has pulled out her delicate branches. Today, it began to rain in Mao Mao, fluttering and spreading. Rows of willows on Xuanwu Lake disappeared in the boundless drizzle and gradually disappeared in the fog.
44, a continuous plain, stretching under the sky, no hills, as calm as the sea in a calm day.
45. When bloom is not warm and cold, the makeup of the West Lake is like a beauty. -Zhang Yuanke's Hong Xiuxie for a long time
46, flowers are getting lost, shallow grass can have no horseshoe. -Spring Tour of Qiantang River
47. In spring, the flowers in the south are like embroidery, and the rain in the West Lake is like oil. -Cao Yuan famous mountain "Happy Spring"
48. Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail and fleeting.
49, sadness, in whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.
50. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness doesn't necessarily mean rejection. I just want you to remember: Love at first sight smiles at each other.
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Share a short story-high mountains and flowing water
During the Spring and Autumn Period, Yu Boya was engaged in piano work, and his music vibrated greatly, which was difficult for ordinary people to understand. Only Zhong Ziqi can enjoy it. Drums and harps, aiming at the mountains, praised: "Good, I am like Mount Tai." Boyaxuan was full of water, and Zhong Ziqi sighed, "Good, like a river." Later, Zhong Ziqi died, Boya lost his bosom friend, and he never played the piano again. Later generations used the metaphor of "high mountains and flowing water" to mean that the sound is hard to meet, and it also means that the music is wonderful.