Modern poems about girls 1. Poems about beautiful women are modern.
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus flower, I am too ashamed to enjoy the cold.
-Xu Zhimo
I remember that wonderful moment,
You appeared before my eyes.
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
-(Russia) Pushkin
She walked in the beautiful light and shadow,
Just like the night sky in Wan Li, there are no clouds and stars.
The most beautiful light and dark colors,
In her appearance and eyes.
Like sunlight reflected from the morning dew,
But softer and darker than that light.
-(British) Byron
You are a flower, you are a lovely child,
I recognized you from your kiss,
No flower's lips are so gentle,
No flower's tears burn so hot.
-(Germany) Heine
Like a field of lilacs,
I missed this girl.
-Dai Wangshu
The golden glow of the morning glow,
It may not be so brilliant,
Like the light shining on you,
That can't be hidden, the most beautiful glory.
-(British) Shelley
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2. Poetry describing modern women
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
Towards the decaying wall,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
3. Poetry describing modern women
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
Towards the decaying wall,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
4. Poems praising girls
1. There will be no beauty in the future! Beauty is pleasing to the eye! The beauty of the country! Surprised for the world! 2. Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty makeup, and the water temple is full of fragrance. 3. Being receptive, indifferent, sweet and sincere, with soft and delicate skin and well-proportioned bones. As beautiful as Zhi Tao in March, as beautiful as chrysanthemums in September. 5. The eyes and eyebrows are delicate, and the voice and smile are gentle. 6. Beauty is drunk, and Zhu Yan is a little. 8. Ice muscles are naturally thin, and flying away is more important. 9. She will never powder her face with her own hands again. Lotus is ashamed of jade 1 1. There are beautiful women in the north, who are peerless and independent 12. People are like the moon on the side, and frost and snow on the wrist 13. Laugh at spring peaches first, clouds pile up. The lips are full of cherry blossoms and the teeth are fragrant. 14. Silence is like a flower shining on the water, and action is like the wind. 15. If you are not leaning against the fence alone, you will find it difficult to see the time at other times. 16. A graceful girl is ashamed, but the years are not sad. 17. Beauty is more enchanting, and autumn water is like snow.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. 20. Who will twist their hearts and feel dizzy? 2 1. As long as she turns her head and smiles, there will be a hundred spells and six palaces of powder and paint. The waves are pulsating in the eyes and full of flowers. 23. Smart smile and beautiful eyes. 24. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. You also know the bitterness of lovesickness. How can you have the heart to throw a slave at 26? All the way through? Looking closely at all the good places, people are humane and willows are waisty. 28. All the gods praised and danced. 29. Clear water produces hibiscus, carving nature. 30. a red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. 3 1. A cloud, a vortex, a jade shuttle, a light shirt, a thin snail, and a light pair of snails. 32. The phoenix eye is half bent, hiding amber and lips.
The pearls are shining, and corals and pearls are interspersed. How does Yi fly? How can he fly away with the wind?
Looking at the glory in the distance, the whistling is like a blue. 35. Smile like a flower, and the jade sound flows gently. 36. It's as light as Yun Zheyue, and as flying as snow. 37. Until a child of the Yang family was brought up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, no one knew her. The wind returns to the yard, and the willow eyes are green. 39. Why is the tenderness scattered, and love and hate are 40. Step by step, chinese odyssey 465438. If you don't spit, it's irritating.
Graceful, it almost made me forget to eat. 44. The language is gentle and charming. Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped.
The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi. Dai's jewelry is decorated with pearls to show her figure. 45. Red lips are bright outside, bright teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good to look at, and bad auxiliary endurance. 46. Yesterday, the mountains were confused. When she came, her clothes were clouded. 47. Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley. Bao Ji is loosely tied, but the lead is light. 49. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao 50. Candles are bright and fragrant, while dark and painted buildings are deep. Xiang Zhuo 53. Admire each other's good, clear and refreshing. 54. The other person's attitude is beautiful, and so is the other person's attitude. 55. Envy each other's gorgeous clothes and flash articles. 56. How quiet, empty, gorgeous, rosy and beautiful it is. The moon shines on the cold river. 59. How slender the waist is and how the air dances with the snow. Beaded with jewels, full of goose yellow, 60. My Fair Lady, My Gentleman, 6 1. Tung blossoms are brilliant, the rain is drained, and the Qingming is washed away. 62. Soft and graceful, charming and delicate. 63. Ban Ji's posture of continuing history, Xie Ting's posture of singing snow. 64. The brilliance of expectation is fascinating. The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics. 67. Handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, forget vulgarity when you see it. 68. There is a banshee who is beautiful. She has returned to Hunan.
Who will Shui Mei's party be sent to? 69. Glow with shame and smile on your lips. Wind roll grape belt, pomegranate skirt in sunshine 70. Cheeks congealed with new lychee, nose greasy with goose oil, gentle and silent, amiable to watch 7 1. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. Look in the mirror, the shadow of the moon, curtain shape, wake up from sleep. If the cloud is light, the waist is as graceful as a weak willow. 74. Eye-catching is just speculation. 77. Because the water blooms, the water sinks the bone and the jade becomes the muscle. If the sun rises in the morning, it will burn like a rainbow. 79. Beauty is peerless, to whom does the incense pass? 80. Proud and clear, the fragrance contains autumn dew 8 1. * * * smells ten miles, but you don't know that incense is famous in thousands of townships. 82. There are more than 13 kinds of beautiful flowers, and cardamom is the first flower in February. 83. The eyebrows are as light as autumn water, and the jade muscles are accompanied by the breeze. 84. There is a beautiful man, Wan Ru Qingyang 85. Mu Ran. To leave feelings, never regret, haggard for Iraq. 90. Serve thick makeup, Shao Yanyarong, 9 1. Her cloud hair is fragrant with fog, and her shoulders are cold, 92. There is no wife in the world, which is a special life. 93. Xiu Yanyan is more beautiful than flowers, and Yu Yanyan is more "red" than spring. 94. The peach flew away and burned. Relying on the beauty of the city. A cicada's head with a moth eyebrow and a clever smile, 99. Beauty hides the past, but lotus is ashamed of jade 100. Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit 10 1. Its beauty is colorful, and its fragrance is full 102. Zhao Yan has many beautiful women, and this beautiful woman is Yan Ruyu. 105. Moon Hall for Beautiful Fairy Girls 106. Beaded beads don't move eyebrows, and lead spending is naive. 107. When the palace is full of thin waists, you will be old.
She just got married and tied her hair in a bun. Beginners should be strict in learning makeup, such as cutting their bodies, being afraid of rain and feeling, and taking more charming measures. Clouds need clothes and flowers, and spring breeze blows on the threshold to show affection.
5. Modern poetry praising women
A modern poem praising women: 1, "Praise for Mother" Mother is a song under the covers in winter. There are earthly and vicissitudes in the song. I put all my sleeping dreams under my pillow, so that the house can hear me and the ice fog will not be lonely. Mother is a fish in a clear pond, swimming happily, as if she were guessing riddles more than once. Growing up in an invisible conscience, listening tirelessly. Practice has proved that there is no false charity. Mother is a wisp of wind hanging in the sky, which inhibits the impulse of rain behind the rainbow. I list the examples of the text one by one. I dare not relax about the sudden weather. My mother is a glass of water on the coffee table, and the pure appearance will also intoxicate the air. I will associate the brewing method with it. Don't make my eyes regret that my mother is a painting hanging on the wall. There are natural scenery and man-made buildings in the painting. I will take care of the ink, and I can set up a spirit. I'm not afraid of who will oppress my mother. This is a scene in the theater. The twists and turns of the plot moved me again and again. I will pass on my love to the next generation and tell my children that this is a spiritual journey. My mother is a dimple in my lover's face, and it is always unpredictable to laugh. I'll try to watch it a few times. Start a new life in confusion. My mother is a salted duck egg in the dish, with endless aftertaste and countless shocks. I will remember every mouth shape with intimate memories, and let the good mood stay at that moment. My mother is thinking independently, pushing away the years and trapping the shackles. I will draw a line under the word "imprisonment", and I must be filial for a long time. 2. The thin wings of The Woman Who Loves Butterflies are very relaxed. Women who love butterflies always like to compare themselves to butterflies. The wings of a beautiful and lonely butterfly were born in the wind, which shook off the delicate tentacles of flowers in the past and touched the blue sky carefully. When the wind stopped, the leaves hung low and took a nap, she stood quietly on the petals. 3. Forty women are picturesque. Forty years old, old, no more, no less, awkward age.
However, a 40-year-old woman ran more at this embarrassing time. As time goes on, my face gets old.
With the changes of the times, knowledge is getting older. It is said that a woman is forty, which embodies beauty and wisdom.
But I don't know how confused and troubled a woman is when she is forty. Look in the mirror every day and dare not face the sun. Facing the sun, you can see the stars quietly climbing up the seemingly smooth face.
Duan Xiang's face was open, but he dared not look at his eyelids. Looking at the eyelids, you can see that wrinkles have quietly climbed up the brow of the past.
It is said that a woman of forty bears wealth and happiness. But I don't know how frustrated and upset a woman is when she is forty.
Facing the colorful enchanting clothes on the market. I tried them on one by one, but I didn't wear the beauty I imagined.
In the face of my beloved husband, I forgot his affectionate eyes. Disappointed, frustrated, frustrated words that you don't want to reveal.
It is said that women are like flowers, but who knows what flowers women are forty? Forty years ago, women were roses, Chinese rose flowers and wild roses ... but there was only one clear saying that women were forty tofu dregs. A 40-year-old woman wants to get a sentence when she laughs at herself: "No, you are a peony flower blooming in the snow". Men like women with flowers, but they didn't expect that women who used to be flowers at home would be left out.
A woman of forty is very beautiful. Connotation of poetry and aesthetic feeling of painting.
I don't care about the judgment of ordinary people, and I don't care about the fingers of ordinary people. Live bravely in the ordinary, and be wonderful in the simple.
4, "Woman Flower" woman You are like a wild lily in the valley, gorgeous and graceful, with fragrance. With wind and rain, you will be tempered and strong, and thousands of customs will be charming and exquisite into a flower. Women spend women's flowers, smiling innocently, years give you a pair of wings, spring stretches your charming dress, and the breeze and bright moon verify your beautiful dreams. Woman, you are more like lilacs blooming everywhere. You are like an elegant and holy chrysanthemum in autumn, with a faint fragrance and a long time to dissipate. It is indisputable that the spring breeze only reads the cool rhyme of autumn rain, swaying gently, women spend women's flowers, purples are soft, winter snow and summer flowers are green. Vitamin singing, the charm is like a dream. Who loves to spend a full moon, and women are more like blue roses? 5. The woman who smokes pretends to be elegant, trying to ignite the faint light of boundless black with a cigarette, full of hope for fine jade. Is the indifferent expression free and easy in disguise, or is it cold and arrogant surrounded by loneliness? I never talk about happiness and sadness. I just put that faint red fire close to my lips and teeth, sucked it into my lungs and plunged it into my heart inch by inch.
6. Ask girls to praise modern poetry
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you;
The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that I am so obsessed that I can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together;
The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible;
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root, but cannot depend on each other in the wind;
The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars face each other without intersecting tracks;
The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but even if the trajectories meet, there is nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye;
The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it;
The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea;
Dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't fall in love in the sun.
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool and comfortable for many years.
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even sunshine.
Even spring rain
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you.
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword.
Also like halberd
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and thunder.
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were apart forever.
But depend on each other for a lifetime
This is great love.
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body.
I also love your position and the land under your feet.