Poems describing the beauty of women

Long black hair is piled up on the pillow like a dark cloud, and the hair between the hair is crooked. The nap was suddenly awakened, but only the spring was soft and green in front of me. Wan Wan (xuān) curled up the waist of Chu Palace. Lest one's old pearls and topaz embellish and diminish fragrance.

Liu Xia Red Gate Bridge. A few red windows, mistaken for parting ways (biāo). Heartbroken, sad, endless night. Yān, two boring places.

How beautiful she is, opening the pearly casement and sitting in the depths of her eyebrows; You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.