Ancient poems about shoes

The Book of Songs. * Wind. Wolf Postscript

The wolf postscripts its Hu, but it carries its tail. Gong Sunshuo *, a few red winners. The wolf sneered at its tail, wrote a postscript to its Hu, Gong Sunshuo *, and the sound of virtue was not defective.

...................................................................................................................................................................... Driving by four horses, the horses are in full bloom. Chitty Kim Chong, there will be a deduction.

The Book of Songs. Qifeng. Nanshan

There are five Liang Ge, and the crown is double.

Tang Bai Juyi's "New Yuefu. Red Line Carpet"

... The incense hall is more than ten feet wide, and the red line is woven into a temple shop; The silk is tender and fragrant, and the thread is soft and the flowers are empty. When the beauty stepped on the dance, she didn't follow ...

Tang Hening's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"

... The tufted shoes were red and thin, and the skirts were covered with gold thread. There is nothing to worry about, and the spring thoughts turn over the grandmother's doubts.

Tang Yao Yuehua's "Making Shoes for Yang Da"

The golden knife cuts purple velvet and makes shoes with Lang. I would like to be a double fairy and fly into my boudoir.

Song Sushi's Dingfengbo

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest. Why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo sticks and shoes are lighter than horses. Who is afraid? A misty rain lasts a lifetime .......

Song Xin Qiji's

I love the lake very much, and it blooms with thousands of feet. Mr. Zhang has nothing to do, and he walks thousands of times a day. Where we are allied with Gull Heron, after today's alliance, we can't guess each other. White cranes form an alliance as friends and wander in the lakes and mountains.

Song Fan Chengda's

The bag at the head of the bed is as big as a fist, and it's worth three hundred dollars. I can't bear to get drunk with Jun, so I can pay you back for your sandals.

Song Ye Shaoweng's The Garden is Worthless

You should pity the fangs and seal the moss, but you can't knock Chai Fei away for a long time; But this spring of spring, after all, is not to be caged, you see, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.