In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
Du Mu in Ancient Palace
The first emperor is gone forever, and Hongyun is heartbroken.
Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
Shichong Cao Ye
Thirty-six ladies-in-waiting, each with a bun like a crow.
Hehuang Dumu
Although the shepherd drives the horse, he is obedient and white-haired and obedient.
Du Xunhe, a widow in the mountains.
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
To Xi Weng Wang Jian
You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.
Injured spring Chen
Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
Liu Kezhuang from Beilai.
Desolate old Beijing woman, makeup bun is still xuanhe.
Wen, a singer from the south, wore a low bun and rolled his eyebrows.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
The jade Zheng is not fully played, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
Shake the oars into a bun, and pick lotus leaves in Qingjiang late.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Shanpo mutton master Wang
Yun Song's bun, sweet and warm, covered the sweet boudoir and hurt the spring sleep.