1. Take a bath in Huaqing Pool in the cold spring, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
2. There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, as beautiful as a peach or a plum. ____Cao Zhi's "Miscellaneous Poems·There is a Beautiful Woman in the South"
3. Still peach blossom face, frequent willow eyebrows. ____Wei Zhuang's "Nvguanzi·Midnight Last Night"
4. The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to catch the fragrant snow on the cheeks. ____Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattvaman·The hill overlaps and the golden light disappears"
5. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. ____Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
6. The fragrant face is half-opened and charming. When in court. A beautiful woman takes a bath and washes off her new makeup. ____Li Qingzhao's "Proud of the Fisherman·The Spring Letter Is Known to Come in the Snow"
7. Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. ____Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands"
The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Red Crispy Hands, Yellow Ripe Wine , the city is full of spring scenery and the palace walls willows. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
Translation:
In your rosy and greasy hands, you hold a cup filled with Huangdi wine. The city is filled with the scenery of spring, but you are already as out of reach as the green willows in the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, how thin the joy is. A full glass of wine is like a glass of sadness, and my life has been very bleak in the past few years. Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Wrong, wrong, wrong!
The beautiful spring scenery is still the same, but people are losing weight in vain. The tears washed away the rouge on his face and soaked the thin silk handkerchief. The peach blossoms in full spring fall on the quiet and empty pond and pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered.
Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!