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Temples are like dark clouds,
Hands like sharp bamboo shoots.
Obviously, cardamom is still fragrant,
People suspect that peaches are sprouting.
Other poems about hair
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. -Don Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Interpretation: Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the rich hair will change color and the youthful face will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
Comb your hair a thousand times, and you'll lose weight after a rest. -Tang Jiadao's Taoist in the Mountain
Interpretation: I lost a thousand hairs while combing my hair. I can't eat and my face is thin and sad.
Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years. -Song Chenyu Yi, "Wounded Spring"
Interpretation: I, an orphan, am worried about the country and the people, and it is even more shocking that it coincides with the warm spring in bloom.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. -Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night
Interpretation: misty, perhaps wet his wife's bangs; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
The hair is messy and the bun is biased. -Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
Interpretation: The hair is messy and the bun leans to one side.
The hair on the raw edge is vertical, and the hair on the bone is light. -Zhu's Li Jiang
Interpretation: When planning the boundary, the hair stands up and seems creepy when it is in place.
Old color, white hair, weak branches. There is a leftover band in the width of the dress, so it is difficult to comb the hair. -Don Bai Juyi's Bathing
The aging Miao Rong's hair is gray, and her illness supports her weak body. Clothes become wider and can't be worn, and hair can't stand combing.
The hedge chrysanthemum only smiles, but it can't help falling in the mirror. -Song Chenyu's Double Ninth Festival
Interpretation: Only the chrysanthemums under the fence can comfort me, and seeing my hair in the mirror can't resist the desolation of autumn.