In her eyes. It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled at Xinghua.
Tang: Wu Pingyi's "Miscellaneous Songs: Concubine Bo Life".
She burst into my eyes, so pure and beautiful, the splendor of the smile that was better than the splendor of the stars, I was deeply fascinated by it.
She in her ears. This song should only be heavenlyYes, the world can get a few smells
Tang: Du Fu's "Gift of Flowers".
The music she plays is so melodious and beautiful, sometimes it goes away with the breeze, sometimes it is like entering the clouds, this is not a divine comedy in the sky, how many times can you hear it in the world?
She in my heart. Let it beWeak waterThree thousand, I will only take one scoop to drink.
Qing: Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
There is plenty of water in the weak water of 3,000, but I only take one of them to drink! Sister, I only love you alone, what does she care about Sister Bao, Miss Shi!
She loves to laugh. Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.
Tang: Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".
You look back and smile so amazingly charming, and kill all the palace concubines in the harem with a smile, and they suddenly lose their color in front of you.
She with tears. Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring.
Tang: Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".
You cry like a pear blossom with rain, with a little sadness and loneliness, tears full of appearance, I feel pity!
She paced gracefully.
Slender steps, exquisite and unparalleled.
Han "Peacock Flying Southeast".
Your lotus steps are so soft and elegant, you are really unparalleled in the world!
Dancing her
Soaring like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon.
Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine.
The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind.
Wei Jin: Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu".
Sometimes she flutters like a frightening wild goose, and sometimes she is like a swimming dragon. She is as radiant as an autumn chrysanthemum, and as lush as a green pine.
Like a thin cloud shrouding the moon from time to time, or like a snowflake swirling in the wind.
She is without makeup. Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving.
Tang: Li Bai's "After the Chaos and Departure, the Heavenly Grace Flows and Yelang Reminisces the Old Travel......》
She is as beautiful as a lotus flower that has just come out of the clear water, slim, simple and bright, without carving or decoration, so fresh and natural, beautiful from nature!
Dressed up. Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the water hall is fragrant.
Tang: Wang Changling, "Autumn Resentment in the West Palace".
No matter how beautiful the lotus flowers are, they can't compare to the makeup you wear, and when the breeze blows on the water hall, the fragrance of the pearls on your body will spread.
Brave her. The woman in the clouds is not a hero, and she rides the wind alone to the east.
Qing: Qiu Jin's "Japanese Ishii Junsuo and Ready-to-Use Original Rhyme".
Don't say that women can't be heroes, watch me cross the ocean to Japan alone and realize the ideal of saving the country and the people in my heart.
Qiu Jin is known as the Jianhu Heroine, in that era when a woman is virtuous without talent, she is like a phoenix, playing an extraordinary passionate song on the land of China.
She is independent. There are beautiful women in the north. Peerless and independent.
Han Li Yannian's "Song of Li Yannian".
There is a beautiful woman in the north, who has peerless beauty and is detached from the world.
This beauty is Li Yannian's younger sister, and later entered the palace to become the wife of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, a woman who combines wisdom and beauty.
Intellectual her. The poems and books on the pillow are good, and the scenery in front of the door is good.
Song: Li Qingzhao "Breaking the Huanxi Sha, Illness and Xiao Xiao and Two Sideburns".
I couldn't go out on a rainy day, so I slouched on the bedside and lazily flipped through an idle book, so that the rain was dripping in my ears, the flowers in the rain in front of my eyes, and the books I was reading in my hands.
She is heroic.
The sons and daughters of China have many strange ambitions, and they do not love red clothes and love arms.
The great man's "Seven Uniques: Inscription for the Female Militia".
The sons and daughters of China are so ambitious, she doesn't like thick clothes and light clothes, she doesn't like beautiful clothes, but she prefers the heroic dress.
This sentence has inspired countless Chinese sons and daughters, shocked the hearts of countless people, and some people have composed it into songs, sung all over the land of China, and popular all over the country.
Single-mindedly her.
I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.
Han: Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin".
May I meet a lover in this life, love me only with one heart, we are heart-to-heart, foaming each other until the white head, never give up!
She is crazy about love.
Summer rain and snow. Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king.
Han Dynasty: Yuefu folk song "Shang Evil".
When the snow falls in the hot summer, the heaven and the earth come together, I can break off the relationship with you! Otherwise, we will never betray our original oath!
She has no regrets.
Thousands of miles back, the less Yan looks.
Smile, smile with the fragrance of Lingmei.
Song: Su Shi's "Fixing the Storm and the South China Sea Returns to Wang Dingguo's Servant Residence".
You have returned from the distant Lingnan, you look younger, and your smile still carries a wisp of Lingnan plum blossoms.
Time does not change her beauty, and the years have increased her elegance.
She is as loyal as a plum blossom, and she accompanies her lover to the end of the cape without regrets, just because "this place of peace is my hometown." ”
On the Internet, if there is any infringement, please contact me!
end-More exciting**:
The most beautiful encounter in Tang poetry, I don't know what to do, I go deep, and the eternal fate in the peach blossoms.
On March 8th, take a poem to praise the goddess in your mind, she can't understand it anyway.
Those enlightened Zen poems, after reading life, suddenly brighten up the list of high-quality authors