Poems about fairies

1, the clouds want beautiful clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to dazzle China. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. -Li Bai's "Three Qingping Tunes (I)" in the Tang Dynasty

See brilliant clouds, think of gorgeous clothes, see gorgeous flowers, think of people's looks. If I hadn't met her at the top of Qunyushan Mountain, I would have met her in the moonlight of Yaochi.

There are peerless and independent beauties in the north. Take care of the city first, then the country. -Li Yannian's Song of Li Yannian in Han Dynasty

There is a beauty in the north whose appearance is almost unparalleled in the world. Her refined nature is extraordinary and she disdains to associate with other women. She has no confidant and is very independent. As long as she looks at the foot soldiers guarding the city, she can make the wall fall; If you make eyes at the king again, the country will be devastated.

3. Looking back and smiling, the powder and paint of Liugong faded into nothingness. -"Song of Eternal Sorrow" Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Yang Guifei looked back and smiled, charming and full of life, and her beautiful face made all the concubines in the harem lose their luster. Use profile description to express Yang Guifei's beauty.

4, clear water out of hibiscus, naturally carved. -"After the chaos, Tian En Liu Yelang recalled the past and sent a book to Jiang Taishou and Good Slayer" Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty

Like hibiscus flowers just coming out of clear water, it is simple and beautiful, without carving and decoration. Metaphor literary works should be as natural and fresh as hibiscus water.

5. leaning against the fence is silent, moving the plum shadow across the red bridge, and nepotism drifting in the north wind. -"Looking at the South of the Yangtze River and Singing the Moon" by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

She leaned against the carved railing, charming and silent, and the shadow of plum blossoms sneaked across the red bridge with the moonlight. The north wind is blowing, and the skirts are fluttering.