The beauty of women
Stories such as Diesim, Yang Guifei who is ashamed of flowers, the stone that sinks fish, and Zhao Jun who falls wild goose are almost household names and remain immortal. The beauty of a woman is graceful; A cast sufficient, strong charm lit the * * *. Long hair is as shiny and soft as a waterfall; Eyes like water, clear and moving; Cherry has a bright red mouth. Who can resist those soft and charming lips? Whispering in a low voice, through the sun and the moon, through learning, through the flashing pages of poetry.
The jade hand that wins the snow fiddles with the bangs, and the beauty of that moment is fixed in the clear eyes, which is so sultry. Repeated fiddling movements, such as poetry and dreams, sounded the song of the soul. Women's beauty and charm are fully displayed, warm and eager. Deep love, bright love, like holding a beautiful face, slightly touching the heartstrings, playing the "moonlight song" of people. When you wash your long hair with your fingers, the water drops on your hair are as beautiful and charming as pearls. The moment when the towel brushed the long hair, it contained a ray of tenderness, a lingering, a caring, a heart. Beautiful pictures, singing rhyming sounds, and seeing the flowers, everything is so pleasing to the eye, so pleasing to the eye, so refreshing.
Beautiful figure, big chest and fat buttocks, thin waist and snowy skin. The slender waist swings like a willow, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Spring hits the clouds in the air in an instant, and the beauty is like a rainbow after rain. It is colorful, pleasing to the eye, uneasy and refreshing. A woman, charming in height, walks with a twist, full of elegance and leisurely pace. Beautiful wings flap like angels and fly to distant places that will never be forgotten.
The shyness in bud, the reserve of "hiding half of my face behind the guitar from us", the desire to talk, the desire to talk. A thousand words can hardly describe the beauty of women. Self-confident mentality, beautiful charm, kind enthusiasm, soft rhyme and varied customs. A beautiful impact on the atrium. Looking around, "make further progress", masculinity melts in softness, and masculinity melts in a bright smile. Since ancient times, there have been hundreds of thousands of men in Qian Qian who have "fallen at the feet of pomegranate skirt", so there is a "one anger is a beauty"!
In the Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang pursued beauty, and Jiangshan was destroyed. In order to compete for beauty, Zhou Youwang of the Western Zhou Dynasty praised him and played a vassal at a bonfire party. Later, the dog army broke through Haojing, and Zhou Youwang was killed. Jiumeitu wrote a love story between Tang Bohu and Chou-heung. Picasso was inspired to write The Maiden of avignon and drew a landmark masterpiece. In Shang Dynasty, Zhou Wang fell in love with da ji, who was good at singing and dancing, and was obedient to her. Zhou Wang had no choice but to be destroyed by Zhou Wuwang in one fell swoop ... all because of the beauty, gentleness and attraction of women to men. Some men are obsessed with the beauty of women. Here, there are desolation, helplessness, joy, regret, romance and sadness. ...
Natural beauty, without female beauty, there is less vitality; Life is beautiful. Without generous gifts from women, there would be no romance. Artistic beauty, without female beauty, is less vivid, just like white jade with a little flaw, its value is greatly reduced. It is precisely because of the beauty of women that poems and paintings gush out and a lot of stories spread through the ages. Throughout the long history, female beauty has influenced many people. The so-called "hero is short of breath, and his children are affectionate." The beauty of a woman sometimes increases love and hate, and sometimes it increases admiration and yearning. Jie Jun, a Confucian scholar, chased and fought with each other because of her feminine beauty, lost herself, lost her nature and even lost her life in a duel for love. (article reading network: three smells)
A woman's beauty can be a wonderful pen. The poem says: "There are peerless and independent beauties in the north. Take care of the city first, then take care of the country. " "Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace powder faded into nothing." Jump into the peaks and valleys of your mind. The beauty of a woman, fresh and beautiful, is like an empty valley and a secluded orchid, divorced from the secular world. Pure beauty and natural beauty. "Clear water produces hibiscus, and carving is natural." Enchanting beauty, "enchanting and touching, radiant." Su Shi in Song Dynasty said: "Compared with West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate." Elegant decoration, rich powder and fat, natural beauty and charming charm.
It goes without saying that confidante is precious. Women can understand you, see through your heart, see through your mind, live in harmony with you, beautiful, beautiful, pure, lovely, and even charming. Chair Zhao in Han Dynasty was famous for her lightness, while Yang Guifei in Tang Dynasty was plump, which was a model of female beauty.
The beauty of a woman is a beautiful scenery. Congenital body, * * * radiant, beautiful face, white skin color. Looking forward to bright eyes, charming, fragrant limbs, sexy red lips, * * * slender, beautiful, coupled with temperament beauty, adding inner beauty, what a pity, tickling, people stick to it, such as holding a pearl in their hands. Women's beauty, thin shoulders and waist, smooth skin, all kinds of stretching, all kinds of nature, make you look through the autumn water and want to stop.
The beauty of women is so radiant that it stands out from the crowd. Play beautiful songs and taste the sounds of nature. There are countless girls, endless beautiful women and delicious food; Good family * * *, charm still exists, natural beauty; Chrysanthemum old woman, warm and calm, kind and kind. Whether it is the boundless spring scenery in summer or the thick clothes in winter, the beauty of women is fluid. Feminine beauty piles up into colorful and spring-like pink girls, which makes people "die under peony flowers and be romantic as ghosts". The beauty of a woman, never tired of seeing it, gathers into a beautiful picture of a woman.
What beautiful words are commonly used in prose, or beautiful sentences that can be used very often?
Autumn leaves fall with the wind, and time is hard to fight for. Clouds floated in front of me all night and suddenly old boys turned white. No one came back at night, and the cold wind broke the dream. Inside the curtain, there was a touch of darkness, and my heart was hurt.
The sadness of life is like a dream, with a mirror flower and a hidden moon, whether it is infatuation or sadness. A thousand years later, the flowers are gone, the water is still flowing, but the human feelings are empty.
With a wave of his delicate fingers, all the sorrows of the ages are played, and the melody is sad and ethereal for a long time. In the sky, I don't know what this means but I know how to be sad, but a drowning mandarin duck knows how to cry. The empty mountain is long gone, everything is quiet, the piano sounds like this, and the strings know this, but the players of the strings are still there. Where are the friends?
I can't help sighing that lonely men and few women live in a humble room, and the residual fire warms their dreams and the cold nights are sad. Times have changed. Where is youth and frivolity, and what is the relationship with propriety?
The cold wind disturbs people's dreams, and the last night is the hardest to rest. Fate makes people feel only because of human feelings, which makes everyone intoxicated and turbid, but no one wants to be sober. The sky is not old, I don't know human feelings, the earth is boundless, and I don't know human feelings.
A finger through the world of mortals, looking at past dreams alone, ruthless years are too hasty, and laughing at the east wind.
Laugh all the way to see the vicissitudes of life, that strand of hair has become white hair, that painted face has been engraved with wind and frost, but human feelings remain, there is
Ⅲ What words describe the beauty of the article?
Flowing clouds and flowing water, Dan Qing's wonderful pen, amazing, wonderful pen gives birth to flowers, pen sweeps away a thousand troops, writes flowers with a brush, cherishes ink like gold, turns stone into gold,
Clever brushwork, vivid, vivid, vivid.
Excellent writing, quick thinking, simplicity, perfection, hitting the nail on the head, eloquent, superb and brilliant,
Magnificent, beautifully written, perfect, impeccable and unparalleled, while dragon and phoenix dance, sharp in writing and humorous in style,
The article is elegant, bright, wonderful, interesting, short, pithy, profound, unpretentious and fluent.
Gorgeous words, plump characters, vivid images, delicate words and romantic feelings.
Ⅳ words describing the beauty of the article
Flowing clouds and flowing water, Dan Qing's wonderful pen, amazing, wonderful pen gives birth to flowers, pen sweeps away a thousand troops, writes flowers with a brush, cherishes ink like gold, turns stone into gold,
Clever brushwork, vivid, vivid, vivid.
Excellent writing, quick thinking, simplicity, perfection, hitting the nail on the head, eloquent, superb and brilliant,
Magnificent, beautifully written, perfect, impeccable and unparalleled, while dragon and phoenix dance, sharp in writing and humorous in style,
The article is elegant, bright, wonderful, interesting, short, pithy, profound, unpretentious and fluent.
Gorgeous words, plump characters, vivid images, delicate words and romantic feelings.
Ⅳ What are the idioms that describe "beautiful writing"
Putting pen to paper scares the wind and rain, and poetry cries you.
A word is worth a thousand dollars-high-quality literary works or calligraphy
every word a pearl
Expensive Paper in Luoyang ―― The Great Popularity of a Literary Works
Beautiful writing ability
Your poem is as beautiful as a fairy. You are not married in this city.
Floating clouds and flowing water
I can't put this book down (if it's good, I can't put it down)
Who is like a slender pen? 3,000 Mao Se soldiers. (* * Evaluation of Ding Ling)
A punch line like a string of pearls
The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu.
ⅵ What are the 93599 1 essays describing the beauty of nature? ! !
Autumn in the Old Capital by Yu Dafu and Spring by Ba Jin. ......
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& lt The Flute Drifting in the Wind
lin qingxuan
Light rain. A cool breeze blew in the distance, and there was a whirring sound in the morning.
Listen carefully, like a kind of music. I analyzed it for a long time and determined that it was the flute, because the flute was not so clear and not so high.
Because of the distance, I doubt my judgment: whose flute can penetrate the vast Ye Ping, through the rain curtain and spread all over the world? It seems that the flute is not that long, not to mention only a few simple syllables.
The place where I stand is a rural farmland, with rice fields extending far away on the left and right sides, a mountain behind me and a bamboo forest in front. The music clearly came from the bamboo forest, and the distance behind it seemed to be echoing.
Is there anyone in the bamboo forest? When I was a child, I thought bamboo forest was the most mysterious of all forests, especially those with a long history. Because no matter how dense the forest is, the sun can always penetrate without difficulty. Only the dense leaves of the bamboo forest, sometimes even the sun can't do anything, and sometimes I get lost as soon as I enter. I thought it was still early, so I decided to take a walk in the bamboo forest? I think the place with music must be safe.
When I stood in front of the bamboo forest, the whole person was shocked by the stormy music. It's like a piece of Le Hai, choppy and imposing. That's not human music, and there is no one in the bamboo forest.
Bamboo itself is a musical instrument, the wind is the conductor, and the relationship between bamboo and bamboo leaves is the performer. I spent a long time studying Cai Ying gardens. It turned out that there was light rain on the bamboo, and there were water stains on it. When they rub against each other, it sounds as sharp as a flute. And the bamboo leaves swaying all over the sky can't stop the wind even if it rains, making many fine sounds, matching the bamboo flute.
Everyone will be moved by natural sounds, such as frogs' chirping in summer night, insects' chirping in spring morning, and even symphonies of monstrous waves in windy days. There is nothing natural that we can't admire.
I have a friend who likes cicadas better. When he was in Xia Meng, he often sat alone in the mountains for a day in order to listen to cicadas. Once he sent me a tape, which was recorded in Hualien Mountain. It was already winter when it was sent to me. I played a tape on a cold night, and all the cicadas were chirping again and again, making the indifferent room look like countless cicadas dancing in pairs. That kind of experience is as wonderful as listening to cicadas in the mountains.
But I have heard many voices of nature, but I have never felt so deeply in the bamboo forest. It turns out that all the sounds in nature are solos, and even the most beautiful sounds just touch our heartstrings, but the symphony of bamboo forest surrounds me as a whole, just like the first intensive movement just started by a symphony orchestra of 100 people. At that time, I really knew why many musical instruments in China are made of bamboo, because no natural plant can make a crisp and long sound like bamboo.
It's a pity that I couldn't record the sound of bamboo. Later, I went there several times, but it was either no rain or no wind, or there was rain, which was not as good as before. It turns out that listening to beautiful music is a blessing. There are endless changes, and every moment is different. If there is no wind, bamboo is just bamboo. With the wind, bamboo becomes music, with the wind and rain, bamboo becomes a symphony.
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& lt moonlight on the lotus pond >
Zhu ziqing
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. There are many trees around the lotus pond, which is very sad. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
Therefore, the demon (Yu An) is female, and she is eager to row; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, algae can hang, and ships can move and sail. Erqi's slim waist and bundle elements slow down the pace; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū).
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Xizhou Qu:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
1July, 927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus.
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Lilac knot
Zong Pu
Lilacs seem to be in full bloom this year, both inside and outside the city. On the streets of the city, between the hubbub, two pieces of white suddenly appeared, which made people shine at the moment. If you look closely, you will know that it is two rows of lilacs. In some houses, half a tree is covered with silver branches, and star-shaped flowers are covered with branches, peeping at pedestrians from the wall and causing passers-by to look back.
There are more lilacs in the campus outside the city. The best is the lilac triangle in the north of the library, where there are more than a dozen white lilacs and lilacs. In the moonlight, white is chic and purple is hazy. There is also a faint sweet fragrance, not osmanthus orchid, which can be distinguished in the night. This is lilac.
There are three white lilacs outside the house where I have lived intermittently for nearly thirty years. Every spring, I look up at my desk and see the snow in front of my eaves. Snow color reflected in the window, incense straight through the tail. People also seem to be lighter, less muddy and clumsy. When I came back from the outside, I first saw the jade-like white, and the uneven green below, and then I saw the two red windows. Almost all the spring scenes I have experienced are related to these lilacs. The cross is small, but it doesn't look thin. Many small flowers form a cluster, and many clusters of flowers cover a tree, covering my window and shining my thoughts and dreams.
The ancients said, "Bananas don't show purple" and "lilacs are sad in the rain". In the misty rain, the dripping lilacs are particularly charming. Two purple flowers near the flower wall, like impressionist paintings, have blurred lines and penetrate directly into the white outside the window. People think that lilacs should be associated with light rain.
I only like lilacs for so many years, and I have never understood why the ancients invented the saying of lilac knot. One spring rain this year, I stood in front of the window for a long time, looking at a bud on an oblique lilac flower. Xiaolei is round and bulging, just like a flower button on a skirt. I suddenly realized that it was a lilac knot! Lilac knot, these three words give people a lot of imagination. When I think of those poems, I really feel that they are burdened with unsolved worries. Everyone has many unhappy things in his life, and one thing ends in another. So lilac knots are found every year. Heart knot can't be untied; The problems in life can't be solved, otherwise it's too dull.
Xiaowen has been shelved since she became a writer, but in a blink of an eye, spring has passed. You can't see the lilacs all over the city until the next year. There will be new people to solve it next year-who knows if they can solve it?
ⅶ What are the artistic prose?
Provence for one year
The problem of water
"Jiangnan Lotus" Liu
Guo Feng's "Empty Mountain Birds"
Tonghua Xi Murong
"Siyu" Wang Guozhen
"Chi Pan" Xi Murong
"China Mei" Wang Zhongchao
"Between the courts" Zhu Yisa
"Life is like first sight" is easy.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring
Tianshan Scenery Bi Ye
Goddess peak Shuting
ⅷ What beautiful words are commonly used in prose, or beauty that can be used very often?
I read a novel recently, and there is a sentence in it: At this time, all the flowing water is not as beautiful as your eyes looking out from the flowers!
ⅸ Idioms in those beautiful prose.
Some things don't need to be engraved in memory all the time.
Don't wait until there is nothing you can do, and then choose to let nature take its course;
Don't be forced to be happy because you have nothing to hide you think
If you are happy, look for it; Wait for what you think is worth it; Cherish what you think is happy.
What are the idioms that describe "beautiful writing"
(of writing style) like floating clouds and flowing water-natural and fluent.
Like flowing clouds in the sky. Metaphor article is free and easy, natural and unpretentious.
Roughly like flowing water, it has no definite quality at first, but it often goes in when it should do something, and often ends when something happens. -Su Song Shi "Thank the teacher's book"