What are the beautiful ancient poems about long hair?

1. "Bodhisattva Man·The hills overlap and the golden light disappears" - Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to cover the fragrant snow on the cheeks. Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.

Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with Luo Ru and both have golden partridges.

Translation: The eyebrow makeup is diffusely dyed, covering part of the yellow forehead, and the hair on the temples is flowing. Her fragrant cheeks are as white as snow, and she is too lazy to get up, draw her eyebrows, straighten her clothes, and wash herself, slowly and slowly. Take a photo of the newly planted flowers, look in the front mirror, then look in the back mirror, the red flowers and the face complement each other, the silk skirt that you just put on is embroidered with pairs of golden partridges.

2. "Ode to Afang Palace" - Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

The stars are shining brightly, and the makeup mirrors are opened; the green clouds are disturbing, and the hairdressers are combing at dawn.

The Wei River is swollen and greasy, and the fat water is discarded; the smoke is slanting and the mist is horizontal, and the peppers and orchids are burning.

Translation: The bright stars are twinkling, which is when the concubines open the dressing mirror; the dark clouds are disturbing, which is when the concubines are combing their morning makeup; the Wei River rises. The greasy layer is the rouge water discarded by the palace concubines; the mist rises slantingly, and the clouds and mist surround the sky, which is the spices made from pepper and orchid being burned in the palace.

3. "Sidi Xiang, Clouds Falling from a Bun"—Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

Clouds fall from a bun, and a phoenix hairpin hangs down. The hairpin hanging down from the bun is weak, and the pillow is lying on the pillow.

The moon is setting deep in the emerald screen, and the moon is leaking. Talk about everything in the world and heaven, and the two hearts know it.

Translation: Her bun is floating like clouds, her phoenix hairpin hangs low by her ears, and she is leaning lazily on the pillow, all weak. The waning moon is setting in the west, the emerald embroidered screen is dim, and the voice is leaking. She talks about everything in the world and in heaven. Only the lover can know the deep love.

4. "Rumeng Ling·Dust is blowing on the jade mirror" - Tang Dynasty: Feng Yansi

The dust is blowing on the jade mirror, and the phoenix bun cannot be reshaped. The silk tent weeps with tassels, and sadness covers the jade screen, which makes people quiet. Frequent illnesses, many diseases, naturally the movement is uncertain.

Translation: The gorgeous dressing table is covered with dust, and my hair has not been properly combed and styled for a long time. On the beautiful curtain, the tassel ropes stand quietly, as if they are also crying for your absence. The jade screen covers the sadness and silence in the room, making no sound. I have been ill for a long time, and I am like the floating clouds that day, unable to calm my mind and catch your traces.

5. "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" - Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The clouds on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.

There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.

Translation: The hair on the temples is like clouds, the face is like flowers, and the head is wearing a golden walking stick. Spend the spring night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent. Deep love only hates the short night in spring, sleeping until the sun rises high. The king was deeply in love with his children and his gentle country, and never went to court again. Accepting your pleasure and serving you your drink, I am so busy that I have no time to spare. In the spring, he traveled with the emperor, and in the evening, he slept with him every night. There were no less than three thousand concubines in the harem, but she was the only one who enjoyed the emperor's favor.