The winding coast in the west of Sun Ling is covered with black gauze, knowing your sadness and remembering your home.
How can the world not get together, but also blow flowers on holidays?
2. Song Zhangzi's Surviving Woman
I want to knit my hand first when it smells in my arms.
If you meet someone who gives incense, you will hate it for a long time.
3. Song Chenlin, "Bai Pingzhou's Bi Yi Nv Yin"
Dyed with clear water, white lotus is fragrant. Every parting has its own hatred, so don't meet each other this time.
Lotus root hides exquisite jade, and flowers hide dimly discernible capacity. When the wings are fake, the sound and shadow will temporarily follow.
4. "Two Women in Different Pictures" Zhong Gang
It is hard for a woman to love you at home, but her nephew is like an uncle.
Wan Li remembers the spring breeze, and I hope the book can be delivered safely.
5, "Send a Little Girl" Tang Mengjiao
The manor houses in the south of the Yangtze River are shallow and just hedges.
The daughter doesn't solve the problem, and the younger brother is always stupid.
There are many Wu dialects at home, and you can learn them from a distance.
Mountain monsters move doors at night, and water monsters sometimes make pools.
I'm worried about getting drunk. I can't understand the lyrics.
Fishing concubines are strong, and ploughing children are handy.
Think of this as a baby, just like a bird picking up branches.
I chanted about Mount Yuan, and my heart was full of sweetness.
Finally, we should learn from our own breasts and sit up all the time.
2. The sentence 1 describing the little girl, fresh hair, delicate face, clear eyes and fresh and natural breath from the inside out, was painted into a beautiful picture.
2. I saw a beautiful, pure, shy and lovely girl's glittering and translucent jade skin flashing ivory-like halo, Wan Ru's soft skin, a hibiscus out of water and a Saussurea involucrata congealed with fat, and a stunning and beautiful ytterbium. Her pure and beautiful eyes were shy and closed, her long black eyelashes tightly covered her scissors and autumn pupils, and her white and beautiful straight jade neck had a pair of delicate and round shoulders.
3. She is slim, her arms are as soft as snow lotus, her legs are graceful and slender, her calves are smooth, and her ice muscles jade bone are delicate and smooth, which is really graceful.
4. A pair of big dark and clear eyes, soft and full red lips, Xiu Xiu and delicate Xiaoyao nose were born angrily on her beautiful and pure, quiet and elegant charming face. Together with her beautiful and smooth cheeks and blown pink face, she looked like a peerless beauty.
5. Eyebrows are as light as distant mountains and bright. Looking around, the displaced people are all radiant, delicate and greasy, and their skin is like snow. Lips are more like a little red plum in the snow, just like a fairy on earth coming out of a brocade painting.
6, eyes quietly elegant, eyes looking back at the waves, like a pretty Jiangnan woman; But there is a trace of stubborn ripples, and with the charm of the northern daughter.
3. Ask for more than thirteen poems describing pure girls, and the cardamom branches are in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
* Soft, skin coagulation. Collars are like salamanders, and teeth are like rhinoceroses. A cicada's head flies with a moth eyebrow. Smile and expect. (Excerpted from The Book of Songs, Shuoren)
Interpretation: This is a poem with metaphor about Zhuang Jiang's beauty. Fingers are white and soft, and skin is white and tender. The neck is slender and white with smooth and symmetrical teeth. The forehead is wide and square, and the eyebrows are thin and curved. Smart smile with dimples, beautiful and clear eyes reveal infinite affection.
* Peach flies away, burning its splendor. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. Interpretation: This is a poem about a girl getting married. The first two sentences are about the appearance of the bride. She is as elegant and charming as a peach blossom.
* clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. A red dew fragrance, sex in vain heartbroken. Who does Han Palace look like? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup. (Excerpted from "Qingpingdiao" by Tang Libai)
Interpretation: This is a poem describing the incomparable beauty of Yang Yuhuan. The colorful clothes and flower-like appearance, like the peony with dew blowing in the spring breeze, look elegant. YiWen Zhao Yan Fei, peerless beauty, can't compare with Yang Guifei's natural beauty.
* The grass by the green river and the willows in the gloomy garden. Yingying is a girl upstairs, with bright windows, red makeup and delicate hands. (Excerpted from nineteen ancient poems "Grass on the Green Edge")
Interpretation: This is a plaintive song about missing women. The poem describes her beautiful appearance: white body, slender fingers, gorgeous dress, light and beautiful manners.
* Qin has a good daughter who calls herself Luo Fu. Luo Fu likes raising silkworms and picking mulberry in the south corner of the city. Moss is a cage system and cassia twig is a cage hook. There is a bun on the head and a bright moon in the ear. Qi is the lower skirt and Qi is the upper skirt. When Monkey saw Luo Fu, he straightened his shoulders and smoothed his moustache. The tiller forgets to plow, and the hoe forgets to hoe. (Excerpted from Shang Mo Sang of Han Yuefu)
Interpretation: This poem outlines the image of Luo Fu, a vanilla beauty. Luo Fu was carrying a mulberry cage made of blue silk rope, with cassia twig as a hook. I have a beautiful and fashionable hairstyle on my head and dazzling pearls on my ears. Wear a skirt with yellow satin pattern and a coat with purple satin pattern. The last few words about the gaffes of onlookers added to the beauty of Luo Fu's appearance.
* Hu Ji is fifteen years old and has a spring outing alone. Iron dragon, acacia tree with wide sleeves. Lantian jade on the head, Zhu Qin behind the ear. There is nothing good in life. One is 5 million and the other is more than 20 million. (Excerpted from Han Xin Yannian's Lin Yulang)
Interpretation: This is a poem describing the beauty of a wine girl. It exaggerates the brilliance of Hu Ji.
* It looks like a bright moon driving away clouds, and it looks like a light wind and waves. (Excerpted from Song Dynasty and "Bai Ning Qu")
Interpretation: This is a compliment to the dancer. The dancer's face is as bright as the bright moon in the sky, and her figure is as light as the breeze blowing the waves.
* Two curved eyebrows, a pair of eyes like joy but not joy. The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly. Laziness shines on the water like a beautiful flower and acts like a weak willow. (Excerpted from A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Qingxue Qin-Zan Daiyu)
Interpretation: This is a poem describing the appearance of Lin Daiyu. Curved, wrinkled, wrinkle-free eyebrows seem to be shrouded in smoke, and Gherardini's eyes are affectionate. There is a faint sadness on his face, and the sick body looks delicate and gentle. Tears in the corner of my eyes, gentle breathing, breathing. When it's quiet, it's like a beautiful mountain flower reflected in a mountain spring, and when it's gone, it's like a willow branch fluttering in the wind.
* Fairy maids are floating around, smelling the fragrance of musk orchids; Lotus clothes are moving, listening to the clang. Laugh at spring peaches, clouds pile up; Cherry blossoms bloom on the lips, and pomegranate teeth are fragrant. Looking forward to slim waist and dancing in the snow; Very dazzling, duck green goose yellow. (Excerpted from Cao Qingxue Qin's Dream of Red Mansions-Fairy Tales)
Interpretation: This is a poem describing the manners of a police fairy. The fairy stretched out her sleeves and smelled the rich fragrance of the blue musk deer. Dancing in lotus-like clothes, I heard jade jingle. Showed a peach-blossom smile, and the black bun piled up like a cloud in my ear. Cherry mouth slightly open, pomegranate teeth with fragrance. Slender and symmetrical waist, dancing lightly with the wind like snowflakes. The pearl Hosta ring on the head is bright and dazzling, alternating with green and yellow.
4. What ancient poems describe beautiful girls? "Frost Moon" Li Shangyin heard nothing at first, and a hundred feet of water reached the sky.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation. 2. "Two Geisha" Li Shangyin is as watery as a jade chain, and the danger of going to Cai Cheng is not broken.
Red cherries contain snow, and heartbroken voices sing sunshine. Acacia can be helpless during the day, and Yancheng will pass by on a clear night.
I only know that spring comes sparsely, but I don't know that spring comes alone. 3. Chorus Wang Zhaojun, Robin and Wang Rong resigned from the leopard's tail and blamed Changlin. The golden moon is bright, and the jade chopsticks touch Chen Hu.
The cosmetic mirror was dark, and Liu Ye frowned. The song is clear and the trees are fragrant in spring.
In the Tang Dynasty, Zhuluoshan was like a flower girl, occupying the stage of spring in Gusu. A smile can't forget the enemy country, and all corners of the country are heroes.
After Huaqing Palace, Du Mu Chang 'an looked back at the embroidered pile, and the top of the mountain opened a thousand times. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.
6. Song of Eternal Sorrow Author: Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed to shake the beauty of an empire. After many years in office, he searched for it, but never found it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. When I heard the messenger of the Han family, she was surprised to see the dream of Jiuhua and Huagai.
Pulling clothes and pushing pillows back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil opened. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
The wind blew the fairy, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
7 Luo Shenfu. In the third year of Cao, it was the capital of Yu and returned to Luochuan.
The ancients said that the name of water god was Fu Fei. Feeling Song Yu's concern for the goddess Chu, he wrote a poem.
His exact words were: I'm from Beijing, and my exact words were to return to Dong Fan. Back to yique, the more iron, Tonggu, Lingjingshan.
The sun sets in the west and the car is in danger. Second, taxes have promoted Gao, Zhitian, Luochuan.
Therefore, the essence is dynamic and suddenly comes to mind. If you look down, you will not see it. If you look up, you will see a beautiful woman on the bank of the rock.
But he asked Qiu, "What did you entrust me with? Who is he? If only it were gorgeous! " The coachman said to him, "I have heard of the God of Heluo. His name is Fu Fei. However, what the king saw was only one day? What is its shape? I want to hear it.
I told him, "Its shape is as beautiful and elegant as Youlong. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao.
As light as Yun Zheyue, swaying as the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave.
Slim, tailored. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements.
Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed. If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead.
The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help.
The ring posture is gorgeous and free and easy, and the instrument is quiet and leisurely. Tender as water, charming language.
Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped. The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi.
Wear jade jewelry and embellish pearls to show off your figure. To practice a long journey of writing is to drag the fog lightly.
The fragrance of small orchids lingers in the corner of the mountain. So how can you suddenly jump and travel and play?
Leaning on the left, leaning on the laurel flag on the right. I'm busy with my wrist, and I use the mysterious wisdom of turbulent wrasse.
I am happy for my beauty, but my heart is shaking and unhappy. The unscrupulous media greeted Huan and made a speech with the help of microwaves.
I hope to be sincere first, and Yu Pei will be understood. The letter of beauty is cultivated, and Qiang people are polite and understand poetry.
Anti-Joan means diving into the abyss for a while. Pay close attention to your family's money, you are afraid of being bullied by me.
I feel that I just gave up my words, but I am hesitant and suspicious. Be calm and calm, and be self-sustaining when cashing.
So Luo was inspired, wandering around, the lights flickering. To stand out from the crowd, it is not enough to have a body.
The practice of pepper coating is very fierce, and the steps are fine and fragrant. Super-long songs are always praised by people, and their voices are sad and long.
I am a wandering soul, a lonely soul, or clean, or flying, or picking pearls, or picking jade feathers. From nanxiang's second concubine, I took Hanbin's wandering daughter.
Sigh that the melon has no horse, and sing the morning glory alone. It's a pity to shine, but it's a delay in repairing sleeves.
Hugh Xun flew away, wandering like a god, taking small steps.
There is an urgent need for a poem with the word "Loli"
Modern poetry, okay?
A lovely girl as soft as a kitten.
An evil, cunning and seductive girl.
Lori is as beautiful and natural as an elf.
Angel-like pure and holy Lori
Set all the ideals and beauty.
An imaginary Lori ...
Negligently
I'm impressed with you.
We are lolicon, born for you.
We are lolicon, and you are our mainstay.
We are lolicon, your loyal followers.
Song for you, painting for you.
Money is thin at the waist and legs, and the deer in the forest are not as good as sighing.
Beautiful eyes, blue sky and bright moon are even more shameful.
It's so real
A simple dream
Invisible, our goddess.