What are some ancient poems that describe the blushing or shy look of a beautiful woman?

He walked away in shame, leaning against the door and looking back, sniffing the green plums.

The place where we met on the embroidered curtain that day. He lowered his eyes and pretended to walk, while his smile filled the fragrant clouds. I am so ashamed that I am speechless. It’s hard to express your deep feelings in front of others.

I don’t know when the work will start, but I remember that time when the flowers bowed their heads - Wang Guowei

Leaning on the embroidery bed, he was chewing red velvet, laughing and spitting at Tan Lang .

We meet without saying a word, a hibiscus catches the autumn rain. The little girl is dizzy with redness, and the servant girl's heart is like a phoenix.

When the general calls out in a low voice, he is just concentrating his feelings to avoid being seen. If you want to complain about your deep feelings, you turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

——Nalan Xingde's "Reduced Words Mulanhua·Meet without Saying"

Stop the glass and listen to the pipa language. Twisting and stirring lightly, the drunken face melts in spring, and the river and sky are slanted with a touch of red. ——Su Shi's "Picking Mulberries"

Li Bai's "Changgan Xing":

Living together in Changgan, the two young children have no doubts.

At the age of fourteen, she is a gentleman's wife, and her face has not yet shown her shame.

He lowers his head towards the dark wall and calls out a thousand times.

On the fifteenth day, I raise my eyebrows and wish to be like dust and ashes.

Zhu Shuzhen's "Qingpingle? Summer Lake Tour"

Trouble is exposed, leaving me to stay for a while. Hand in hand with Ouhua Lake on the road, a sudden drizzle of yellow plum blossoms.

The charming and infatuated girl is not afraid of people guessing, and she sleeps in people's arms with her clothes on. When we are most separated, we come back and laze by the window sill.

Jiang Jie's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom? Residence in Wu after the War"

Embroidery on the curtains of the deep pavilion. Remembering family members, whispering softly by the lamp, smiling brightly.