The most beautiful seven-rhythm poem describing girls can hide their heads.

Old crows on the earth don't have such a sound.

Beauty blows out the lights in the drawing room.

Pour the wine into the jade bowl,

Go to the west wing to see the far sail.

Lonely as a flower, from the center of the cloud,

You might as well spend all this time.

How easy it is to live,

Beauty brings pity.

My heart is lingering with the lake.

I want to send my teacher a lonely head.

Beauty advised me to eat, drink and be merry,

When I was near the window, I suddenly saw the complicated Yin.

I hope it helps you.