A poem praising women as flowers.

1. Poems about women like flowers

Poetry about women as flowers 1. Poems about women's beauty.

Poems describing women's beauty are as follows

Banji's attitude of continuing history, Xie Ting's attitude of singing snow.

Badong has Wushan, with a graceful face.

Diane's eyebrows are far away, and the green temples are thick with spring smoke.

The makeup is reflected in the song fan, the clothes are scattered in the dance, the beads are smeared on Luo Mei, and the golden cup is handed to the plain hand.

The willow tree next door is very weak, curled up like the waist of the fifteenth daughter.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, so it was the real marginal person.

Constant folding of a thousand gold smiles, long hanging double jade crows

Turn around and walk away, just like a willow waving a flower and smiling at the beginning.

Beads don't move, eyebrows don't move, and lead China is naive.

The girl in the building played the violin, and she sighed for a long time.

American talent adjustment letter, not this eyebrow or fairness.

Beautiful, fragrant for three years.

Eyebrows will compete with willows for green, and faces will compete with peaches for red.

Beauty was full of flowers at that time, and it was fragrant for three years.

Fingers like cutting onion roots, mouth like containing dani, fine steps, unparalleled.

A delicate hand, snow-white wrist reveals its shape.

Step on your feet and shine on your head.

Fold up the slender waist in small steps, revealing the wrist in gauze.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent,

Take care of the city first, then the country.

Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.

When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.

What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .

The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.

When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.

All he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love!

The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.

Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.

She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.

She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.

Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.

Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings.

Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward.

There should be many more, hehe

Li Bai's resentment

How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement and sitting with a frown.

I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.

Poems in The Book of Songs: Shuoren;

Hands are soft, skin is solidified,

Collar like dragonfly, teeth like rhinoceros.

A cicada's head is like an eyebrow, with a clever smile,

My eyes look forward to it. Look at the whole city,

Think about the country again.

Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: As long as she turns her head and smiles, there will be a hundred spells being cast, and the powder and paint in the Sixth Palace will all go up in smoke.

Who was the first person to describe a woman as a flower?

The first person to describe a woman as a flower is now impossible to prove.

The earliest poem describing a woman as a flower came from The Book of Songs Yao Tao in the Zhou Dynasty.

Yao Tao

Author: anonymous

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom and there are countless fruits. The girl is going to get married, and the heir who gave birth early is going to make a fortune.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and green leaves are lush and never fall. The girl is getting married, and Comix is in harmony.

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Peach trees are full of tender buds,

Flowers bloom as brilliantly as Xia Hong.

This girl is getting married,

Harmony between husband and wife is family.

Peach trees are full of tender buds,

Fruit is falling from the tree.

This girl is getting married,

Harmony between husband and wife is family.

Peach trees are full of tender buds,

Peach leaves are dense and green.

This girl is getting married,

Harmony between husband and wife is family.

The real name should be: Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty.

Endless desire

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Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects sing by the golden well,

Thin frost glistened on my cold cushion like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper,

I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds.

There is a very high sky in the world.

Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,

Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.

Secondly,

The sun is full of desire, the flowers are full of smoke,

The moon becomes very white, and people are sad and insomnia.

A Zhao harp has just been placed on its phoenix shelf.

A Shu Qin began to play its mandarin duck string.

Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you,

I hope it can come to Yanran with the spring breeze.

I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky.

In the past, shear waves,

Today is the source of tears.

Oh, if you doubt my heartache,

Come back and see me in my bright mirror! .

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Beauty is full of flowers,

Beauty spends the rest of her time in bed.

The embroidery on the bed didn't roll up,

I have smelled the fragrance for three years.

The fragrance never dies,

No one came.

Acacia yellow leaves fall,

White dew and wet moss.

Among them, "single as a flower, cloud-centered" is used to describe "women".

3. The poem "A woman is like a flower dream" belongs to that poem.

It's from a song. These are some lyrics of Li Anxiu.

Woman Hua Anita Mui

Lyrics: Li Anxiu Composer: Chen Yaochuan Arranger: Ricky Ho

I planted a flower in my heart.

In bud, the meaning is vague.

I am eagerly waiting for morning and evening.

A dream comes to a willing heart.

Women's flowers sway in the world of mortals

Women's flowers sway gently in the wind.

I just want a pair of gentle hands.

Can soothe my inner loneliness

I have a flower whose branches are full of fragrance.

Who will really look for traces?

Not many flowers. It is really necessary to fold them up.

Women are like flowers and dreams.

There is a flower in my heart.

True love, true love, nobody understands.

Weeds are everywhere on the hillside.

Self-appreciation is the most painful.

Women's flowers sway in the world of mortals

Women's flowers sway gently in the wind.

I just want a pair of gentle hands.

Can soothe my inner loneliness

Women's flowers sway in the world of mortals

Women's flowers sway gently in the wind.

If you have ever smelled flowers.

Don't ask me who these flowers are for.

It's better to love and know than to get drunk.

Flowers bloom and fall, but they are always empty.

Fate will not come and go like the spring breeze.

Women are like flowers and dreams.

4. Express a woman's beautiful poem.

Yanjing's daughter is sixteen or seventeen years old and blushes like a flower.

Spearmint flies all over the road, and the green sleeves are whipped.

The spring breeze shakes the spring, and the brocade Zheng and the silver candle are high.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

Embroidery is not warm, purple curtains are foggy.

Who cares that the years of incense are like water, and people are tired of washing and dressing in spring?

Smile and look forward to your beautiful eyes.

5. The whole poem "Women are like flowers and dreams"

[ti: woman flower]

[ar: Anita Mui]

I have a flower.

Plant it in my heart.

In bud, the meaning is vague.

Morning and evening.

I waited eagerly.

A dream comes to a willing heart.

Les Fleurs

Swaying in the world of mortals

Les Fleurs

Shake gently with the wind

Just hope

Have a pair of gentle hands

Can appease

My inner loneliness

I have a flower.

The branches are full of flowers.

Who will really look for fragrance?

Not many flowers.

Well, you must fold it straight.

Women are like flowers and dreams.

I have a flower.

Grow up in my heart

True love, true love, nobody understands.

The hillside is overgrown with weeds.

Self-appreciation is the most painful.

Les Fleurs

Swaying in the world of mortals

Les Fleurs

Shake gently with the wind

Just hope

Have a pair of gentle hands

Can appease

My inner loneliness

Les Fleurs

Swaying in the world of mortals

Les Fleurs

Shake gently with the wind

If you

Smell the flowers

Don't ask me.

Who are these flowers for?

Be loved and told.

Too much wine makes it hard liquor.

Flowers bloom and fall, but they are always empty.

Fate will not stay.

Just like the spring breeze comes and goes.

Women are like flowers and dreams.

Fate will not stay.

Just like the spring breeze comes and goes.

Women are like flowers and dreams.

Women are like flowers and dreams.