0 1. Lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face. Wang Changling's Two Poems of Picking Lotus
Between the lotus leaves, the skirt of the girl picking lotus is the same color as the lotus leaf, and the beautiful face is hidden in the lotus leaf, as if the bright lotus flower is opening to the girl. The poet sketched a beautiful picture of picking lotus with a wonderful pen, which is both fresh and fairy tale.
02. My hair hardly covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. Li Bai's Song of Chang Gan
Before the girl tied her hair, she folded flowers in front of the door to play; Teenagers rode bamboo poles as horses, chasing each other around the railing on the well and throwing green plums as games. This poem depicts the pure love between boys and girls. They are naive, lovely, naive and congenial. This is the first budding love. In the future, I will use "childhood friends" to describe the pure love of childhood.
Note: At the time of the initial reply, the girls had not tied their hair. Drama (jí), frolicking.
03. The dangerous crown and wide sleeve makeup of Chu Palace make you cool at night. Ever since I knocked the Hosta on the bamboo, I have sung a song "Song Like Frost". Gao Shi listened to Zhang's female voice singing
Cold as frost, moonlight as cold as frost. In the quiet yard, a slim girl, wearing long sleeves, wandered around. The buzzing sound and the beat of Hosta tapping on bamboo floated in the silent night sky. The poet brought us into the elegant and quiet artistic conception, making people seem to see the elegant charm of this elegantly dressed girl and hear her clear and euphemistic singing.
Attention: danger, high.
04. Open the curtain and see the new moon, which is the next stage of worship. Whispering is not heard, and the north wind blows nepotism. Li Duan's Yue Bai.
Girls have all kinds of ideas, but they have nowhere to talk. Lift the curtain, catch a glimpse of the new moon, and immediately bow down and whisper. The north wind blows nepotism, but women still don't know the cold.
Through a series of details and graceful movements of the girl in the empty courtyard, the poet showed the girl's inner secret and pure piety, whispering and not feeling cold. The customs of Yue Bai were very popular in the Tang Dynasty. This little poem about Yue Bai is like a fresh and beautiful genre painting.
05. Go to the atrium and count the flowers. Dragonflies fly around scratching their heads. Liu Yuxi and Lotte's Spring Poems
The girl went into the yard and bowed her head and counted the blooming flowers. A big green dragonfly landed on her Hosta. With the details that dragonflies are flying around on the head and unaware of it, the expression of young women's concentration when counting flowers is vivid and delicate.
Note: Jade grab head, jade hairpin, ornaments on women's heads.