1, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone unconsciously.
2, the beast furnace sinks hookah, the green marsh residual flower piece, writes the acacia biography line by line.
3, the breadth of life and death, Zi Chengqi said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
4. It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night.
5. The earth will last forever, and the sky will last forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
6. I feel sad and don't know that I am sad. Poems describing women's sadness
7, ruthlessness is not like sentimental bitterness, one inch is still ten million.
8. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward.
9. It is meaningless to say nothing except half a paper.
10, enter my lovesick door, and know that my lovesick is bitter, long and short.
1 1, I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
12, ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, and there is nowhere to say.
13, the world is infinite, and you can't draw a sad picture.
14, if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it.
15, life is naturally infatuated, and this complaint has nothing to do with romance.
16, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, they can't clear their grievances.
17, Shen Yan, a fish, traveled all over the world and began to believe that human beings are separated from each other.
18, if bloom cherishes each other, the flowers will never leave. Make the flowers full of clothes and the night sad.
19, back to your pearl, tears streaming down her face, wishing I could not meet you before marriage.
20, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia. poetry
2 1, Jun was born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. I hate being nice to you every day since I was born.
22, the moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears.
23. Young women in the boudoir don't know what to worry about, and spring makeup goes to Cuilou. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
Don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
25. Remember that your heart is like the West River, which flows eastward day and night.
26, there is a beautiful woman, I can't forget it, I don't see it for a day, I feel crazy.
27, sentimental only spring court month, but also leave people to take pictures.
28. I don't know who will be embarrassed after cooking for a while. Looking east when I went out, tears fell on my clothes.
29, looking for, cold and clear, miserable. It's the hardest time to rest when it's warm and cold.
Poems describing the beauty of women
Poems describing the beauty of women
1. Willow eyebrows, almond eyes, small cherry mouth, slender waist of willow leaves, pen container, and nice voice.
The girl in the building plays the violin and never sighs.
3. People are like the bright moon, and frost and snow freeze their wrists.
4. The sleeves are fragrant, and the red cockroaches are in the autumn smoke.
5. Eyebrows will fight for green and faces will fight for red.
6. Eyebrows like distant mountains don't draw, and sand lips don't draw.
7. Beautiful shutter door, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her brow is! You may see bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply.
8. employ more than thirteen people, and cardamom will end in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll a bead curtain.
9. The skin is soft and delicate, and the bones are symmetrical. Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.
10. Ask Sainan, only geese fly every year.
1 1. The beauty refused to make eyes at her, and the girl wanted to speak out against the shuttle.
12. Jiaren left the blue room at dawn and folded the mirror to match the red skirt.
13. fade away, the wine is light, and the word desire is low.
14. It's amazing when the water boils, but it's also a muscle when it sinks.
15. Who looks like the Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
16. Beads don't move, eyebrows don't move, and lead China is naive.
17. Who is cuter than her? Yet she lives alone in an empty valley.
18. Handsome eyebrows and eyes, eager to fly, the essence of literary color, forget the customs when you see it.
19. It's like spring rain falling on pear flowers.
20. If the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.
2 1. So Shi is sick and addicted to it, and the ugly people inside are beautiful and fascinated by it.
22. When you come back, you complain about Dan Qing's hand. I have seen it several times in my life.
23. The tile of osmanthus fragrans is gone, and Su E will fall down.
24. The slender white wrist is exposed.
25. When you step on your feet, the tortoise shell shines on your head, your waist is elegant, and your earlobe is bright and clean. It means that if the onion root is cut, the mouth is like a dani, and the steps are fine, which is unparalleled in the world.
26. Yesterday, the mountain was in a daze, and when I came, my clothes were on the clouds.
27. Two bends are like frowning brows, and a pair seems to be happy.
28. The women in the room imitate each other, and the musicians are complacent.
29. The diamond leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus.
Poems describing the beauty of women
When the moon closes, I feel ashamed and resentful.
The Story Of Diu Sim Yue Bai receives ice trays, and Kerry cares about the country and the people.
Looking back and smiling, it is fascinating, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace have faded into nothingness.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
When can a beautiful woman save the country when the king still tastes courage for many years?
Handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, seeing it and forgetting the customs.
If the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.
The sleeves are fragrant and the tea is in the autumn smoke.
Ma Weibo swallowed his anger and left, and Chiyo was dizzy with laughter.
The appearance is heavy and the fish is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the product.
I smile at the fruit, Lushan flatters, and fights with knives.
Fu cha what hate, hook base what grace. I wish I didn't know Fan Li. I'm still a yarn spinner.
Skin is like jelly, which can be broken by blowing, smooth as silk and flexible as reed!
Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant.
If you don't spit, you will be angry.
I don't need hair, so I can't explain it. Dance in the sky until the sun goes down.
The beauty of wild geese is fragrant and old, and the dreams are faint.
Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy.
Young women imitate each other, and musicians are very happy.
The rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus.
Willow eyebrows, almond eyes, cherry small mouth, willow waist, pen holder, loud voice.
The girl in the building played the violin, and she sighed for a long time.
People are like the bright moon, and their wrists are frozen with frost and snow.
Pocket incense, red owl in autumn smoke.
Eyebrows will compete with willows for green, and faces will compete with peaches for red.
Eyebrows are like distant mountains without tracing, and lips are like sand without drawing marks.
Beautiful shutter door, how quietly she leans against it, how troubled her brow is! You may see bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply.
Hire more than thirteen people, and cardamom will end in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
Pei Huan does not return, and the Great Wall is full of grass. I still hate the moon in Han Palace and always look at Hu Tian.
Poems describing women's beauty _ love poems
First, who looks like the Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
Second, if the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.
Third, is Shi sick? Inside, the ugly people inside saw it. It was beautiful, but it was also heart-warming. Inside.
Fourth, soft hands, skin solidification, collar like dragonfly, teeth like rhinoceros, dumbfounded, clever smile, embarrassed eyes.
Five, the cheeks are condensed with new lychees, the nose is greasy with goose fat, gentle and silent, and amiable.
Six, the new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, deep lock spring scenery.
Her sister's name is Huifang, and her face is picturesque.
8. Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
9. Beauty lies in the East and embraces Tianjin. The whole dress smells good all the way, and the socks are gray. Looking at the makeup shadow underwater, draw a crescent moon between your eyebrows. It is said that Cao Zijian is the god of Luochuan.
Ten, about the yellow energy efficiency month, cutting gold as a star, secret and shy, charming and soft.
Eleven, slender hands, snow and wrist dew.
12. Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
Thirteen, beautiful women don't want to make eyes, girls have to speak against the shuttle.
Fourteen, the new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, and the spring scenery is deeply locked.
Fifteen, fine eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, forget the customs when you see it.
Sixteen, the mirror lake is like the moon, and the wild girl is like snow. The blue waves in Xinzhuang are rippling, and the reflection of water and light is both wonderful and beautiful.
Seventeen, tiptoe point to the ground, tortoise shell is light on the head, the waist is elegant, and the earlobe is bright. It means that if the onion root is cut, the mouth is like a dani, and the steps are fine, which is unparalleled in the world.
Eighteen, who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
Nineteen, the skin is soft and delicate, and the bones are symmetrical. Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.
Twenty, about the yellow energy efficiency month, Jin Qiao is a star, secret and shy, charming and soft.
Twenty-one, the beauty is drunk, and the appearance is more beautiful.
22. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
23. If the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.
Twenty-four years old, her sister's name is Fang Hui, and her face is picturesque.
Twenty-five, clear water out of hibiscus, naturally to carve. .
Twenty-six, beauty drunk, Zhu Yan more drunk.
Twenty-seven, the beads don't move the eyebrows, and the lead is naive.
28. If the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.
Twenty-nine or thirteen times more, cardamom in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Thirty, if the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.
Thirty-one, soft, skin coagulation, collar like a dragonfly, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head like a flying moth eyebrow, awkward eyes.
Thirty-two, famous flowers flood into the country, appreciate each other, and often make you laugh. Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
Thirty-three, send a greeting to San An, only to feel that geese fly every year.
Thirty-four, returning but blaming Dan Qing's hand, I have seen it in my life.
Thirty-five, the mirror lake is like the moon, and the wild girl is like snow. The blue waves in Xinzhuang are rippling, and the reflection of water and light is both wonderful and beautiful.
Thirty-six, sweet-scented osmanthus flow tiles, gone forever, Su E wants to go on.
Thirty-seven, the beauty is in the east, and she is allowed to go to Tianjin. The whole dress smells good all the way, and the socks are gray. Looking at the makeup shadow underwater, draw a crescent moon between your eyebrows. It is said that Cao Zijian is the god of Luochuan.
Thirty-eight, the clouds want to dress beautifully, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to dazzle. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
Thirty-nine, if the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not blue.
Forty, little white orchid fan, thin waist and jade belt dancing, suspected to be a fairy, looking back and smiling is better than Xinghua.
Forty-one, thirteen, early February, early cardamom. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Forty-two, the clouds are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
Forty-three, yesterday's mountain fans came with clothes on their clothes.
44. I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon, which rose from the clouds like a flower.
Forty-five, famous flowers love the country and are often laughed at by you. Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
Forty-six, just like the spring rain falls on pear flowers.
Forty-seven, fading, low desire for language.
Forty-eight, its beginning is also brilliant, if it shines on the roof beam at the beginning of the day; It is also relatively low-level, and the moon is bright.
Forty-nine, the cheeks are new, the nose is greasy with goose fat, gentle and silent, and the view is amiable.
Fifty, small white orchid fan, thin waist and jade belt dancing, suspected to be a fairy, looking back and smiling is better than Xinghua.
Fifty-one, who looks like the Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
At the age of fifty-two, I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon, rising from the clouds like a flower.
Fifty-three, its beginning is also, if it shines on the roof beam at the beginning of the day; It is also relatively low-level, and the moon is bright.
54. It's like spring rain falling on pear flowers.
Fifty-five, clear water out of hibiscus, naturally to carve.
Fifty-six, borrow water from bloom, water sinks to the bone, jade sinks to the muscle.
57. It's like spring rain falling on pear flowers.