2. What word is used to describe the sudden beauty of girls? They are emerging, colorful, making great progress, changing with each passing day, and sitting up and taking notice. They are different from each other, beautiful, colorful, brilliant, beautiful, charming and have charming girls at home.
Be in bud; ; Describe the shape of flowers when they are about to open. It is also a metaphor for a girl who is about to grow up.
Fēng shén yǐcǐI: Full of energy and radiant.
Great improvement (dà yǒu qǐ sè): obvious improvement (more than three fingers working or serious illness).
Change with each passing day (rì xīn yuè yì): new: updated; Different: different. It is updated every day and changes every month. Refers to the rapid development or progress, the emergence of new things, new atmosphere.
Guā mù xiàng kàn: It means that others have made progress and can no longer look at it with old eyes.
Today is not what it used to be (jēn fēI xībǐ): Yesterday: the past. Now can't compare with the past. Great changes have taken place in the situation and natural features.
Yú n ní zh and bié: as high and low as clouds in the sky and mud on the ground. The status of metaphor varies greatly.
Chāo yǒu yú yán: It is attractive to describe a woman or calligraphy and painting.
Chūng Jiāo chéng míI: Flowers and plants present beautiful colors.
Qian Zhongshu: Heng, Yan:. Describe all kinds of beautiful flowers
Dòu yàn zhēng huī: The competition was beautiful and radiant.
Fěn báI zh Yuán: white as powder, round as beads. Describe the beautiful scenery of autumn moon. It is also a metaphor for the beauty of women.
Jìn tài jí yán: excellent; Status: mode; Yan: Beautiful. Both looks and posture are beautiful to the extreme.
Beautiful scenery (yǐnǐfǐng guāng): feminine. Soft charm or natural scenery.
Zu ǒ ji ā o n ǐ: refers to a beautiful and lovely girl.
Jiāo jiāo mèi mèi: refers to coquetry and pleasing appearance or sweet and charming appearance.
Wǒ jiàn yóu lián: Still; Unfortunately: love. I still feel lovely to see her. Describe a woman's beautiful appearance.
3. What can I do to praise the beautiful poem "Ten Poems of Time"-a brief introduction to the Arctic gentleman ~ ~ Don't open this page full of souls. Your eyes are passers-by, and your heart is also passers-by. Let time prove that I am old, but time is not old. Bai Yueguang still shines on your side. I'm drunk, but my heart is not drunk. I still know. Who do I love? I missed you, but I didn't sleep. My figure is still in my dream, facing the wind and running with you. How long have I loved you? Let time prove it ~ Beyond Time II, a collection of poems by Arctic monarch. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, I always miss your departure. I am willing to wait for the joy of reunion. There is no gain now or in the future. I would like to let my thoughts bloom and the fragrance come slowly, with pain and happiness in my heart ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. The love of my life has been tied for a long time, hiding in a dark hut and suddenly escaping from the darkness. How heavy is your heart? I never knew in my heart that I would slowly walk out of the road without courage. Short contact is like lightning in the dark, which makes me feel gloomy. The world is beautiful and lovely. Only you can feel my presence. I'm not afraid of speed. I'm afraid that love can't prolong my absence. I just understand, deep thoughts float to you. I can't forget it because the time is not up ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. The past of paper boats is folded together. Yesterday was a heart full of wrinkles. Folding and folding the same story changed my mood today. Maybe it was hidden for too many years. When the secret is revealed, it has touched the trace of time experience ~ Arctic Jun's Poems and Songs Beyond Time 5. The farther you "think" about the past, is your memory still blurred in another encounter? I am still dreaming a prosperous dream in the lonely years, meeting you on a beautiful snowy night, and hugging your smile on the lonely pillow ~ Arctic Jun's Poems and Songs Beyond Time and Space 6. The stone boat can't carry me. My heart is wandering, sitting at the bow, watching the years at the stern full of vicissitudes. How do you cure rain with tears? Go underground as much as you can. Wash away the scars, wash away the original mood. My heart is too heavy to take away. This is ideal ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by Arctic monarch, 7. The fate of the past has gone through the years, stained with loneliness, stripped the color of flowers, left a young step, and did not return to that intoxicating heart. I can't stay away from this story. Memories are inseparable from the hazy past. You can hear the sound of broken dreams during the day. I can solve this burden. I can't let go of my thoughts, but I don't have the courage to face the night. I will see an enlarged picture ~ Arctic Jun's poetry collection "Beyond Time" 8. If the years miss you so much, we will have many photos of you when we miss you. Distant time still cherishes the original wish. If time is remembered in this way, we will have no pain. When we miss you, can we see your photos? Can the eyes with stagnant youth see my pounding heart? Read it once a night, which is the day when I miss you again ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by Arctic monarchs. Movie My love with you was finally made into a movie on an empty night. The protagonist of the story didn't explain, and the spoony tears showed that my eyes hurt the most, and I tried to catch your inner movements countless times. Tears are too full to cover my heart, so I can't see your love clearly. It's like a movie, starting from an empty night and showing it over and over again. Why can't the new time uncover the old screen ~ beyond time, poetry anthology of the Arctic monarch 65438+
4. What beautiful poems does Li Bai have? Among the Tang poems, 65,438+00 is the most classic poem, and 65,438+0 is the most desolate scenery description: how the water of the Yellow River went out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return.
2. The most confident poem: I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, come back all! ! 3, the most arrogant and unruly sentence: Laugh and go out, my generation is Artemisia! 4. The most helpless poem: The road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan. 5. The most popular sad poem: But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, it is even more sad to raise a glass.
6. The most exquisite description of the scenery: the clouds are darkened by the darkness of rain, and the streams are pale by the pallor of fog. 7. Poetry has become a classic idiom: one person's strength is above ten thousand people.
8. The most thrilling description of the scenery: flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. 9, the most devastating tear-jerking poem, Fu Haokun: wandering embarrassed, Sanxie can't eat.
10, China people are most familiar with the most classic poem: My foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Du Fu's classical poems are fond of human nature, and the language is not surprising and endless. -Du Fu, he knows that the dew will frost tonight, and his hometown is bright.
-Du Fu falls the banner of sunshine, A?vagho?a. The wind is rustling-Du Fu reads thousands of books and writes like a god.
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. Wang Yue, the mountain will separate us tomorrow. After tomorrow, who can say? -Presenting Wei Ba, Chu Shi doesn't know Nantang Road, but now he knows that the wine and meat in Zhumen of Wuqiao stink, and the road has frozen bones. Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! I heard that Henan and Hebei loyalists closed down, and the Yangtze River rolled on. I went to Jinjiang in spring, and jade clouds became ancient and modern. Du Fu's Zhumen stinks of wine, and the road has frozen bones.
-Du Fu reads thousands of books and writes like a god. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. Wang Yue, the mountain will separate us tomorrow. After tomorrow, who can say? Presenting Wei Ba and Chu Shi, all he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love-beauty, the nosy person in our capital, languishing alone-dreaming of Li Bai's (second) broken mountains and rivers, spring grass and green trees all over the city-what is the fluttering of spring hope? There is Sha Ou in heaven and earth-there are books at night and songs at day, and you must indulge in wine. Youth is a good companion for returning home-I heard that there are endless loyalists in Henan and Hebei. And I think the long river is always rolling forward-Dengsi River, with beautiful spring scenery, floating between heaven and earth, like a jade peak and a cloud, between ancient and modern times-climbing the stairs is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and meeting you when the flowers fall-on meeting Li Guinian downstream, it has its own terrain and conspiracy.
-Don? Du Mu's "Epang Palace Fu" can't keep youth, and white hair is born. -Don? Mutu's "Farewell to Friends" is a long way from the cold mountain, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
-Don? Du Mu's "Mountain Walk" stopped to sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves were red in February. -Don? Du Mu's "Mountain Walk" didn't sell, so he washed up and recognized the previous dynasty.
-Don? Mutu Chibi, the east wind is not in harmony with Zhou Lang, and the copper finches lock Er Qiao deep. -Don? Mutu's Red Cliff is sentimental, but it always seems heartless. He didn't laugh until he felt dead.
-Don? Du Mu's Farewell asks where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. -Don? Du Mu's Qingming Festival is full of crimson wind and green leaves.
-Don? The smoke cage of Du Mu's Poems of Discontent is full of sand in the cold moon, and the night is near Qinhuai Restaurant. -Don? Du Mu's "Bo Qinhuai" is full of mountains and red hooves, and the water town is full of wine flags.
-Don? Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" and Du Fu's "Worry Collection" seem to tickle. -Don? Du Mu's "Reading Han Cunji" bends the bow to fight for people, and once dreamed with thrush.
-Don? Du Mu's "The Temple of Mulan" won or lost by accident, and Bao is a shameful person. -Don? Du Mu's "Tiaojiangting" village is connected with the Three Gorges at dusk in Yun Qi, and the tide sends cold rain to Jiujiang.
-Don? Du Mu's "Meet on the River" The world of mortals rides a princess and laughs, but it is litchi. -Don? Du Mu's "Crossing the Qing Palace" is hard to laugh in the world, and chrysanthemums must be inserted.
-Don? Du Mu's Nine-Day Ascension: On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, where did the Jade People teach to play the flute? -Don? Du Li wrote Du Mu's Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate, with a long history.
-Don? Han Yu's "Diao Zhang Ji" flies shake trees, which is ridiculous. -Don? The disciple of Han Yu's Diao Zhang Ji need not be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher need not be a disciple.
-Don? Han Yu's Shi Shuo is also a teacher and friend, and Fuyong knows that he was born in me. -Don? Han Yu's "teacher theory" is that there is no expensive, no cheap, no long and no short, the existence of Tao, and the existence of teacher. -Don? It is not only impossible for Han Yu's Shi Shuo not to be blocked.
-Don? Han Yu's "The original road is high and clear, and the land is thick and flat". -Don? The official document of Han Yu's sacrifice to Dong Xiang is in a corner of the earth.
-Don? Han Yu's "Sacrifice to Twelve Langwen", the grass tree knows that Chun is about to return, and there are all kinds of red and purple disputes. -Don? Han Yu's Late Spring shows that there is no immortal, and the theory of Taoyuan is absurd.
-Don? Han Yu's Peach Blossom Map is diligent and lazy, and its success is ruined by thinking. -Don? Han Yu's Xue Jie vomited a meal and delivered it three times.
-Don? Han Yu's prime minister's letter resumed on the 29th.
5. 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 willows next door are weak and 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 and a snow-white wrist reveal 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.
6. I will walk until the river blocks my way, and then sit down and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran.
Drink the dew of Mulan in the morning and chrysanthemum in the evening. Change your life with my three fireworks.
The street is long and there are many fireworks, so you can look back by the light. After a short pavilion and a short world of mortals, I sigh again.
How much beauty is worn away and how much lovesickness is broken. Only blood-stained acacia, as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water passing by, is leisurely to find. In the secluded boudoir, self-pity is thirty-three days, and the highest since the day of hatred; Four hundred and forty diseases, acacia is the most bitter, like this star is not last night. For anyone, the wind and frost reveal the elegance of the night is quicksand, and old age is a period of stability in the world, so you will live up to the Tathagata and your purity.
I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, but I was too greedy. The teenager didn't know the taste of sadness and fell in love with the floor. In order to assign new words, I insisted that I was worried about the swing in the wall and the outside world. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. It is elimination, not sadness.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
Sadness is more important than the door when you leave home wholeheartedly. Everything is wrong, and what follows is different. Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
Flowers from Shui Piao to popularity, a kind of acacia, two leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. Hold the wind like a handshake, and hold hands as before.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled.
If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips. Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die. Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Phoenix, who once played here, left without permission and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried. Do not disgrace the mission, just look at the flowers in front of the court; I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. I glanced at the clouds outside the sky casually, and I saw that if this lover's life is like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind?
Idleness changes people's minds, but it is easy to change people's minds. I am a disappointed guest in the world. I know why you are crying.
Wu Hua Ma, Jin Qiu, give them to the boy to exchange for good wine moths, snow willows, golden wisps and smiles, and go to the crowd to find him. Looking back suddenly, the man couldn't stay in the dim light. Zhu Yan said that he would spend his time on trees and sand, on poultry ponds, and when the clouds break through the moon, who would lean against the fence in the afterglow of grass? The west wind hates it slightly, but it can't blow away its eyebrows. It's a joke to be eager to eat pork and drink Hun's blood. The Fengge Dragon House is even more lonely, and Yushu Qiongzhi is a cigarette.
It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo, Mo! I didn't say anything crazy, but I have noticed that Sichuan smoke, the wind blowing all over the city, plum Huang Shi Yangzhou Shili rain, Du Mu III was born. Before, I said that I would put up with floating names, but I changed it to shallow wine and sang that there are trees and branches in the mountains. I am glad to know how many times I will meet again. The night at this time is awkward and bleak, and the latter two should be the same. The most bitter is linglong dice's Red Bean in the Moon. I miss you deeply, and I don't know that heaven and earth are cruel. Everything is straw dogs. My heart is full of stones, but I can't turn it around.
I'm full of bandits. I can't get involved. Life and death are rich, Zicheng said, hold your hand and grow old with your son.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. When I was born, I came back. When I died, I thought of long-term lovesickness, and short-term lovesickness came back to my eyes with tears, wishing I could not meet each other and get married.
The forgetfulness that passed by you has become a stormy wave in my life. Acacia said acacia at the bottom of the tree, and Shiro hated Mandy for not knowing how affectionate he was and how everlasting he was. One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
The whole world is muddy. I'm alone. Everyone is drunk. I wake up alone. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her two focuses were Luo Yi.
On the pipa string, it is said that the moon was there. If the colorful clouds return to the full moon, no matter how hard the snow and ice are, whoever sees the moon by the river, at the beginning of the month, as people wish, the white head will never leave the curtain and the west wind will roll, and people will be thinner than yellow flowers. Yuanyang weaves for Qi Fei, the poor old man is white first, the spring wave is green, and the Han Xiao is deep, which is relatively red.
I have repeatedly lamented the joys and sorrows of generations. It is ridiculous that life is up to me, but I can't help but feel that you are looking back, making me miss you and share a world, one leaf after another. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
Falling flowers and storms hurt spring more, so it is better to pity the people in front of you. If a person is passionate for ten years, languishes for ten years and languishes for ten years, he will never forget it unless he measures himself.
Full moon only envies Yuanyang, not the death of Xiantao. Burning flowers can be folded straight, and I don't want to go to the west building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Even if the feelings are deep and shallow, it is best not to meet each other without regret, so that you can not fall in love with the trees in the south and have to think about them; There are women on the Han River who want to pursue the impossible. Han is too broad to swim; The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
The past banished the cold dynasty, and the residual lamp was broken into pieces. It's better to hate people than water, and make waves casually.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. I like to try to find a good poem all my life. The language of the poem is not surprising, and I will not stop.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? I gradually widened my belt, but I didn't regret it, which made people haggard for Iraq. Remember to meet each other after parting.
A few times, I dreamed of being with you. Today, silver candles are lit frequently, and meeting is still a dream.
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. Today hurts my heart even more. I want to know you. I will not fail if I live for a long time.
There are no graves in the mountains, rivers are inexhaustible, there is lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but they dare to separate from you. A night is like a moon, a thought is like a bean, a heart is like gambling on a book, and a cup of tea is poured. At the time, it was just unusual.
But as soon as we met, we knew each other. When they meet, if they don't meet, Andrew and Jun won't teach each other to miss each other. Endless lovesickness tears red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building, autumn flowers are bleak and yellow, and Qiu Guang's autumn nights grow like year after year. People are different from sober people in the old days, and sages are forgotten year after year. Only the drinker leaves his name. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? How long will this hatred last? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and I won't miss you.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it, but I am too lazy to look back on those flowers. Half the sky is a monastery, and half the sky is in Qian Fan, killing all three thousand crows in the world. I slept with you until dawn, and you gave birth to me. I am old, and you hate me for being born late. I hate that you were born early. At the same time, I lament my wonderful past every day, but I can't find Fang Qiu in my dream. Suddenly, I looked back and saw that I had been born for a thousand years. It snows every year.
7. What is that beautiful poem? A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Waiting 10 thousand years is not long, if there is love as compensation in the end. -Dickinson
When the golden wind meets the jade dew, there are countless victories. If two people love each other for a long time, how can it be sooner or later? ...
Double achromatic wind and double wingless.
There is a spirit in my heart.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
There is more than one shadow in Chunqi's portrait. How can we live and die together?
I don't know if Sloan hates Mandy.
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..