A poem about a lady

First, soft hands, frozen skin, collar like a dragonfly, teeth like a rhinoceros, head like a cicada, smart smile, embarrassed eyes.

Second, you are like a soft cloud floating around in front of my eyes, and your beautiful and elegant face is rippling with a beautiful smile like spring. In your bright big eyes, the orange suit naturally opens, revealing red and white sweaters and lake blue tights, setting off slender legs, which is both natural and beautiful. Your costume is very successful.

Third, gentle women don't disguise their faces too much. They devote more time to people around them. Although she is no longer young, although the ship of time cruelly smoothed out the messy wrinkles on her smooth face, a gentle woman is still tender, true and delicate, silently caring for her loved ones, and getting more and more delicate in the whisper. Their tenderness is more touching than flowers, their care is fresher than flowers, and their kindness is more holy than flowers.

Fourth, Ma Weibo died with a grudge, and a thousand generations were stunned by laughter.

Five, the famous flowers pour into the country, and they are often ridiculed by the king.