Poems describing the peerless faces of ancient women

Poems describing the beautiful faces of ancient women are:

First, "Direct attack on Wu Tong, the fragrance disappears and the jade is deep."

Liu Yong [Song Dynasty]

The fragrance is deep, the figure is charming, and the elegance is wonderful. If you know Iraq, you will look at it and get an enchanting heart. If we make another appointment with Huan, we will be together for life. Fear of goodness is easy to break but difficult to achieve, which is a thousand thoughts.

Recently, the book came, just saying hello, but no words. I will recognize, listen to others, and plan to read the preface lightly. See Lan Tai Song Yu, versatile and good at words. Try asking, day and night. Where did the cloud go?

Second, "Qingpingdiao Part I"

Li Bai [Tang Dynasty]

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.

Third, "picking mulberry seeds"

Yan Dao Ji [Song Dynasty]

Jasper with red window has a new name and an old name, or a double snail. An inch of eyes. I have no feelings for thousands of pearls.

Small enough to accompany people, used to listen to clear songs. Today is a waste of time. You will faint when you are upset.

Fourth, "Fa Huai 'an"

Yang Shiqi [Ming Dynasty]

The shore of Polygonum hydropiper is sparse, green and white as a flat.

That pair of short sleeves is shameful, with bows on their backs to pick diamonds.

V. "Beauty"

Cao Zhi [Han]

The beautiful and quiet girl is busy at the fork of the country road.

Ran Ran is full of soft stripes and leaves are falling.

The rolled-up sleeves are clearly visible in her hands, and a gold bracelet is worn on her white wrist.

She wears a sparrow gold hairpin on her head and an emerald green jade on her waist.

The pearls are shining, and corals and pearls are interspersed.

Silk rollers dance in the spring breeze, and thin skirts spin in the wind.

Her look back left a charming light, and the smell of her whistle was like the smell of orchids.