What poems describe the beauty of women's demure?

1, there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country. It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is hard to get again. -Song of Li Yannian by Li Yannian in the Western Han Dynasty

There is a beautiful girl in the north who is independent of the world. She only needs to look at it with her eyes, and the soldiers guarding the city will lay down their arms and surrender for her, and even the noble emperor will fall in love with him without patriotism. Even so, people are still willing to prostrate themselves under her skirt, because such a beautiful woman is hard to find in the world!

2. If you are amazing, if you are graceful, if you are Youlong, if you are glory Qiu Ju, if you are Hua Mao Song Chun. Like a light Yun Zheyue, like a romantic return to snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you check it forcibly, it will burn like a lotus. -"Luo Shen Fu" by Cao Zhi in the Eastern Han Dynasty

It happened that she was as graceful as a frightened swan and a Youlong. Like autumn chrysanthemums in full bloom in the sun, like pine trees bathed in spring breeze. She is like a moon shrouded in light clouds, erratic, and like snow blown by the wind. From a distance, it is as pure as the first day rising in the morning glow; When you look closely, it looks like a newly blooming lotus in clear water.

3. The willows next door are weak, just like the waist of fifteen daughters. -Tang Du Fu's "Nine quatrains, One"

A fifteen-year-old girl is in her prime, and her waist is graceful as slender wicker.

If she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the six palaces disappear without a trace. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Looking back and smiling, Yuhuan surprised 3,000 beauties in the harem.

5, double butterfly embroidered skirt. Dongchi banquet. First meeting. The vermicelli is not deep and uneven. Idle flowers touch spring. Look around. All right. Human nature. Waist. Yesterday, the mountains were confused. When I came, my clothes were all on the cloud. -Zhang Xian's Drunk Whip in the Northern Song Dynasty

The first time I met you was at a party in Dong Chi. I was wearing a skirt embroidered with two butterflies. The beautiful face is only painted with faint white powder, just like a wild flower, quietly and gracefully bathed in the fragrant spring. Take a closer look, you are so perfect that everyone praises your waist. Didn't you come from the depths of Wushan last night? Because when you came, your clothes still looked like floating white clouds.