What are the poems about beautiful women swinging?

1. "A crimson lip and a swing"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.

2. The Twilight of Magnolia Swing in the Courtyard Curtain

Song: Yan

The swing in the yard, the hanging curtain, and the inscription on the gorgeous door in my spare time. The walls of the wall are like flowers after rain, and the outside of the door is like a breeze floating in the wind.

The word is broken, like a fleeting light cloud, I don't know where she is. Just have a good dream and find a goddess. Leave me alone. Riliuma also recognized the old play road and screamed and flew over the wings on the painting bridge.

3. "Recent Spring"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea!

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

4. How deep is the yard?

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

5. The Dead Hua Lian Chun Mu

Song Dynasty: Li Guan

Take a walk in the pavilion at night. Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening. Count the rain and wind. Hazy moonlight clouds come and go.

Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance. Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter. An inch of acacia, despair. There is no place on earth that is arranged.