Modern poems about beauty 1. Poetry describing beauty is modern.
The most is the gentleness of that bow, like the shyness of an invincible water lotus in the cool breeze.
-Xu Zhimo I remember the beautiful moment when you appeared in front of my eyes. Like a fleeting illusion, like a pure and beautiful spirit.
-(Russia) Pushkin She walks in beautiful light and shadow, like a cloudless night with stars. The most beautiful colors of light and shade are presented in her appearance and eyes.
It seems to be sunlight reflected by morning dew, but it is softer and darker than that kind of light. Byron, you are a flower. You are a lovely child. I recognized you from your kiss. No flower's lips are so tender, and no flower's tears are so hot.
-(Germany) Heine floated across a lilac field, and this girl floated by me. —— Dai Wangshu's golden light in the morning glow may not be so brilliant and gorgeous, just like the brilliance shining on you, it can't be covered and is the most beautiful.
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2. Poetry describing modern women
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
Towards the decaying wall,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
3. Poetry describing modern women
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
Towards the decaying wall,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
4. Ask for some sentences that describe (modern) beautiful women
Wheat-colored skin gives people a healthy and energetic feeling. Wearing Nike's all-white pink-rimmed sportswear, micro-curly brown hair tied into a relaxed and lively braid, always with a confident and lovely expression.
Thick golden wavy long hair is casually draped over the shoulders, and all of them are hot and charming ~! Thick eyelashes, charming eyes and sexy lips reveal all kinds of customs all the time ... a pink Joe&; Jules's ultra-short shawl coat further sets off her first-class excellent figure, coupled with a bright yellow Chanel velvet knee-length skirt and a pair of black Pinky &；; Rose high boots ... really charming.
A girl in a pink-blue skirt, with wheat-colored skin, looks so healthy, with black hair hanging over her shoulders and a slight redness on her face.
Devil-like fiery figure, a golden wavy curly hair shining with dazzling light, slender thighs wearing a goose yellow miniskirt, showing a perfect figure.
Clear and bright pupils, curved arch eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, white and flawless skin with a hint of pink, rose petal-like thin lips are about to drip.
The white cap covers her long hair and half of her face, but I can feel that she must be beautiful, amazing! ! ! Huge black sunglasses let everyone only see the perfect radian of her mouth, showing an omniscient and invincible self-confidence, and black and white casual clothes set her off mysteriously and purely. The feeling that gives people is cool is cool, and there is no other word to describe it!
5. Find sentences and poems describing modern beauty and ancient beauty, the more the better.
Song of everlasting regret: As long as she turns her head and smiles, a hundred spells will be cast, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace will be wiped out.
Lotus like willow, eyebrows like eyebrows.
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.
Although the breeze blows her cloak and flutters with her movements, it is still like a colorful feather.
Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
Peacock flies southeast: hands are like cutting onion roots, and mouth is like containing dani.
The steps are meticulous and exquisite.
Modern: Bowing your head is the most gentle, like the shyness of lotus.
Li Bai's: the cloud wants clothes and flowers to look good, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal wealth. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup. Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward.
Musician Li Yannian: There are peerless and independent beauties in the north. Take care of the city first, then the country. It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is rare again!
The Book of Songs: Soft hands, firm skin, collar like a dragonfly, teeth like a rhinoceros, and a cicada's head like a flying moth eyebrow. Smile and expect.
Feng Qiuhuang: There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.
The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.
Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When I see Xu Xi, comfort me.
Willing to match virtue with words and work together. I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Luo Shenfu: Its shape is also impressive, as graceful as Youlong, as glorious as autumn chrysanthemum and spring pine in Hua Mao. Beards and beards are as light as Yun Zheyue, and they float like snow with the wind. From a distance, if the sun rises in the morning glow. If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave. If you are free, you can trim it. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements. The neck is beautiful, the quality is exposed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is magnificent. The clouds are towering, the eyebrows are trimmed, the lips are bright, and the teeth are fresh. Bright eyes and good expectations, yè is an auxiliary force, elegant appearance and leisure. 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.
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