Poems about the love of many beautiful women 1. Poems describing beautiful women
Poems describing beautiful women are:
1, Three Kingdoms Cao Zhi's Miscellaneous Poems, Jiangnan Beauty
Original text:
In the south, there is a beautiful woman whose face is as fragrant as Rong Ruo peach blossom and as beautiful as plum blossom. In the morning, she came to the shore of Jiangbei, and she went to Xiaoxiang Island at night.
The breath of the world looks down on the beautiful face, but who is cypraeae concha's smile? In a blink of an eye, the years have passed, but the beauty of youth is hard to exist forever.
Translation:
There is a beauty in the south who looks like a blooming peach and plum. She wandered on the north bank of Hebei in the morning and in Xiaoxiang Shuizhou at night.
Fashion always likes to envy beauty. Who are you laughing at in the vast world? Time flies, the end of the year is approaching, and the beauty of prosperity will eventually disappear helplessly.
2. Li Bai's "Three Qingping Tunes (I)" in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
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.
Translation:
See brilliant clouds, think of gorgeous clothes, see gorgeous flowers, think of people's looks.
If I hadn't met her at the top of Qunyushan Mountain, I would have met her in the moonlight of Yaochi.
3. Li Bai's resentment in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows.
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
Translation:
The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat alone in the boudoir, frowning.
I saw Yu Yan's face full of tears. I wonder who she hates.
4. Southern Dynasties Chen's "Flowers in Yushu Back Garden".
Original text:
The forest is on the shelves, and the new makeup is gorgeous and beautiful. Yinghu couldn't get in at first, so he greeted with a smile.
Demon Ji's face is like a flower with dew, and Yushu flows in the backyard. Flowers bloom and fall, time is short, and the ground is silent.
Translation:
In front of the building, the fragrant forest is full of flowers, the concubines are beautiful, and the costumes are even more beautiful. At first, the concubines covered the windows so tightly that the beautiful scenery of spring outside could not enter their Fang Pavilion. But as soon as I left the boudoir, the beauty of spring scenery lost its color. They walked out the door with smiles on their faces.
Their faces are like flowers with crystal rain and dew, as beautiful, colorful and elegant as Yushu. Flowers bloom and fall in a short time, and when the petals are gone, everything returns to normal.
5. Song of Li Yannian by Li Yannian in Han Dynasty.
Original text:
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.
Take care of the city first, then the country.
It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is hard to get again.
Translation:
There is a beauty in the north, whose appearance is chinese odyssey. Her refined nature is extraordinary, she disdains to associate with other women, has no confidant, and is a loner.
As long as she looks at the foot soldiers guarding the city, she can make the wall fall; If you make eyes at the king again, the country will be devastated.
But even if you are beautiful, don't lose the chance to get a beautiful woman-after all, a beautiful woman is a once-in-a-lifetime thing!
6. The Zhou Dynasty's anonymous "Wei Guofeng Feng Shuoren"
Original text:
To control a person, he must dress appropriately. Son of King Qi, wife of King Wei, sister of East Palace, aunt of King Xing, and Tan Ye.
Soft, skin solidified, collar like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head is a moth's eyebrow, she smiled and looked forward to it.
Master Di Di said that in the countryside. Four horses were arrogant, and Zhu Biao parted ways and took the court. The doctor retired effortlessly.
The river is rich, and the living water in the north runs. You do it, you get rich, and you're exposed. Ordinary ginger is guilty, and ordinary people are guilty.
Translation:
What a beautiful girl, a beautiful linen coat. She is the daughter of Qi Hou, the bride of Wei Hou, the sister of the Prince, the sister of Xing Hou, and her elder sister Tan Gong.
Hands are as soft as spring, skin is as white and moist as jelly, neck is as beautiful as salamander, and teeth are the neatest. Full forehead, slender eyebrows, touching smile and touching eyes.
What a tall girl, the car parked in the farmland in the country. Look how energetic those four horses are. HongLing was tied to the horse's chew, and the float Xu hurried to the court. Your doctors left the court early, so don't bother the king too much now.
The water of the Yellow River is white and flows northward into the sea. Fish nets swish in the water, fish brush in the water, and reeds are long on both sides. The girl who marries him is tall and the man who marries him is handsome!
7. Ye Mengde in the Song Dynasty, "After the rain, I will buy wine for flowers and birds with dry reputation."
Original text:
The fallen flowers have danced before the style, and the yellow rain has been sent. Half of Xiao Lai's courtyard is red, but it is so faint and clear.
Yin joined hands with him and drank a glass of wine. Beauty doesn't have to gather moths' eyebrows, and I'm sentimental and helpless.
Translation:
Falling flowers have been dancing in the wind, and it is raining at dusk. In the early morning, half the yard was covered with residual red, and only spider silk was several thousands of feet long, floating and winding in the noble sky.
I warmly invited them to swim under the flowers. In order to enjoy this last spring, I frequently advised them to drink. Beauty, please don't frown In the spring, the wine stopped and people dispersed. I was sentimental and didn't know how to get rid of my troubles.
2. Poems describing the beauty of many women
When the moon closes, I feel ashamed and resentful.
The Story Of Diu Sim Yue Bai receives ice trays, and Kerry cares about the country and the people.
Looking back and smiling, it is fascinating, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace have faded into nothingness.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
When can a beautiful woman save the country when the king still tastes courage for many years?
Handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, seeing it and forgetting the customs.
If the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.
The sleeves are fragrant and the tea is in the autumn smoke.
Ma Weibo swallowed his anger and left, and Chiyo was dizzy with laughter.
The appearance is heavy and the fish is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the product.
I smile at the fruit, Lushan flatters, and fights with knives.
Fu cha what hate, hook base what grace. I wish I didn't know Fan Li. I'm still a yarn spinner.
Skin is like jelly, which can be broken by blowing, smooth as silk and flexible as reed!
Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant.
If you don't spit, you will be angry.
I don't need hair, so I can't explain it. Dance in the sky until the sun goes down.
The beauty of wild geese is fragrant and old, and the dreams are faint.
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Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy.
Young women imitate each other, and musicians are very happy.
The rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus.
Willow eyebrows, almond eyes, cherry small mouth, willow waist, pen holder, loud voice.
The girl in the building played the violin, and she sighed for a long time.
People are like the bright moon, and their wrists are frozen with frost and snow.
Pocket incense, red owl in autumn smoke.
Eyebrows will compete with willows for green, and faces will compete with peaches for red.
Eyebrows are like distant mountains without tracing, and lips are like sand without drawing marks.
Beautiful shutter door, how quietly she leans against it, how troubled her brow is! You may see bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply.
Hire more than thirteen people, and cardamom will end in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
3. Poems describing four beautiful women
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Ancient poems describing four beautiful women.
Wang Zhaojun:
The quatrains of Du Mu's Crossing Huaqing Palace
Xinfeng green trees have yellow dust, and I have ridden Yuyang several times to explore the messenger.
They lied about their military situation, and Tang Gaozong and Yang Guifei still indulged in singing and dancing until the Anshi Rebellion arose and the Central Plains was broken.
The whole country is immersed in the tranquility of music, and the Lishan Palace in the moonlight is particularly clear.
An Lushan dragged his fat body and danced "Pure Land Dancing", which caused Yang's laughter to fly over the peaks.
Du Fu:
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here.
She walked out of the Purple Palace, went to the desert and stayed at home alone until dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Yang Yuhuan:
Xishi
Wu Gong was forced to accompany her when she was embroidering gauze at night.
When can a beautiful woman save the country when the king still tastes courage for many years?
Zixu finally lost because of his greed, so what if Shi is not here.
Never take power. Don't mention ups and downs.
Diao Chan
Bai Juyi's sword tooth pine
It is 100 feet high and 10 yards wide.
Born at the bottom of a ravine, cold and humble.
Mountains and rivers are dangerous,
Don't meet the job requirements and die of old age.
Tian Zi Tang Ming owes Liang Mu,
There are two things I don't know about this.
Who means the meaning of creation,
But not the same as the material.
Zhang Jin is poor in Xi 'an, Yuan Shilu.
The clothes of cattle people are cold and cheap, but the story of diusim is expensive.
The story of dixin and niuyi,
Although the competition is different.
A master may not be smart,
People who go down are not necessarily stupid.
Don't you see the coral under the sea?
Plant elms in the sky.
2,
Xishi
Since beauty is respected throughout the empire, how can Shi stay at home humbly? .
Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night.
One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her. ..
She no longer powdered her face with her own hands, nor put a silk robe on her shoulders. ..
The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom. ..
The girls who washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot. ..
None of the girls in her neighborhood can imitate her beauty.
Diao Chan
Red teeth quickly swallowed, and a cloud went to the painting hall.
Eyebrows and black eyes make the wanderer hate, and his face is broken at the beginning of his life.
Yu Qian doesn't buy daughter laugh, and Liu Dai doesn't need all kinds of treasures.
I don't know who King Xiang of Chu is.
Zhaojun
Born with wealth, the phoenix comes from the field.
Beautiful words are hard to present a beautiful appearance, and pale spirits will be moved when they see it.
In the team, I sincerely pray for your side, but the emperor chose the concept of painting.
True colors need no embellishment, and money is not enough.
Descriptors complain a lot about pens, and in the end they are all mortals and emperors.
Liuhu is lonely, and the poor phoenix envies geese for their honeymoon.
Read poetry early and enter Fu late, and concentrate on talent in the pavilion.
It is difficult to face the king for five years, but will you come to see the lost youth?
Looking forward to the fate coming and going, waiting for the flat land to fold its wings.
Year after year, the waiter changed, and he was thinking about it when he was alone in the palace.
Suddenly I heard that Jiali was the king of the family, and her boots and pins were brand-new.
Dancing with your head up is amazing, and you can't bear to look at it.
The clan king kissed him without saying anything, married him and returned him.
I want someone to return it, but I can't help it without saying a word.
The disgruntled emperor turned over the map and rushed to the crown to anger the source of the disaster.
Tell him that the king has no soul and his wet temples are unparalleled.
The relatives in the palace are reluctant to part, but they are faint but destined to be healthy.
I don't know when it will be.
The autumn wind is gradually going south, smell this beautiful woman and don't think about it.
The team is getting farther and farther, and the dragon robes are flying in the wind.
From then on, there was less war in the Han Dynasty and the people were safe.
The people are also happy and the words are passed down from generation to generation.
Laughter spreads among households, and wealth and fate fall here.
What matters is not wealth, but inner peace and luck.
If you are not alone and self-reliant, how can past lives fly to the sky?
Yuhuan
Pocket incense, red in autumn smoke.
The wind is shaking on the light cloud ridge, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pool.
3,
Simeisong
When the moon closes, I feel ashamed and resentful.
How unlucky the beauty is, and the history writing is romantic.
Xishi
The appearance is heavy and the fish is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the product.
The history of fame is a story, and there are many memories of huansha by the stream.
Wang zhaojun
The beauty of wild geese is fragrant and old, and the dreams are faint.
Hu Han is kind of cartilage, complaining about tears splashing on the pipa.
Diao Chan
Tianxiang enjoys a good reputation in The Story Of Diu Sim, and the beauty of the moon is like a fairy.
Throughout the ages, Fengyi has become a unique drama, and the comic book technique is skillfully handled.
Yang Yuhuan
Three thousand dotes on the princess, humiliating the country and trying to break her soul.
Ma Weibo swallowed his anger and left, and Chiyo was dizzy with laughter.
4. Poetry about beautiful women
1, there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.
Take care of the city first, then the country.
2. The cloud needs clothes, flowers and tolerance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
3. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
4. Famous flowers pour into the country, caring for each other, and are often laughed at by kings.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
5. how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, how quiet she is and how troubled her brow is! Now, you may see bright tears on her cheeks, but not the man she loves deeply.
6. Hire more than 13 people, and cardamom prompts in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll a bead curtain.
7, a generation of the whole city chasing waves, martial arts empty memories of children's homes. Don't laugh at your neighbor's daughter in the east. You are still wearing gauze on Baixi's head.
8. Shy eyes and smiling lips. Wind-rolled grape belt, Rizhao pomegranate skirt
7. Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy.
The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly.
Laziness shines on the water like a beautiful flower and acts like a weak willow.
The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.
5. Lyrics
Graceful February and August Waves in the Partridge Sky Year: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Graceful February and August Waves.
When will the world of mortals fall? Taoyuan sings lonely spring birds, and Pengdao sinks and locks the dusk clouds.
Dan has a gentle face and a new eyebrow. Willing to defile the innocence of vermicelli.
Yang Fei doesn't look like a talented person. She must be loved by the king. Time: Tang Author: In March of spring, Handan people met a woman at dusk.
I said that this village used to be, and I went to Qin with my family. My mother and brother don't like lovers. At the age of five, she was named Gillian.
At the age of seven, you look good, and at the age of eight, you can talk. Thirteen brothers teach poetry books and fifteen prostitutes learn song and dance.
My brothel is next to the road, and the screens are fragrant. In the evening, I sang in the horse, and in the spring, I combed my makeup and was heartbroken.
South of the city doesn't have to be a husband, but it needs thirty assistants. I didn't expect Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty to look so good, and Jade chariot also ascended the throne to build a chapter.
Zhang Jian's palace is numerous, and thousands of families are deep and long. A hundred pieces of pepper are connected with green rope, and Jiuhuating Road is connected with bridal chamber.
Crystal curtain foil mica fan, Liuli window tortoise-shell bed. There is a banquet every year, and no one envies splendor.
Kindness is better than Empress Chen who dotes on Zhao. I don't know anything about Yao's room, but I don't know anyone who changes clothes in the golden room either.
Who said that day after day, the king died and the city changed? The palace car was buried in Maoling field, and I left the long Xin Hall alone.
Once the prince is promoted to the supreme position, there are many people in the palace. At the same time, the maid saw the ruins, and then the newcomers were afraid to speak.
The seals of the brothers were taken away, and the reward of the previous year no longer exists. Once you return to the old village, you can get started by crying in the car.
My parents want me to become rich and marry Wangsun Jin, a Xishe. Who can guarantee a hundred years of ups and downs? Recalling yesterday is still like spring flowers, but worrying about today has become autumn grass.
When a teenager is gone, he will not stop flogging, and everything in life will be decided by heaven. Unless I'm alone today, I'm naturally thin at all times.
Song of Eternal Sorrow: Tang Author: Bai Juyi, the emperor of China, is eager to shake the beauty of an empire. He has been on the throne for many years, looking for it and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Her sisters and brothers were both given titles, a poor portal.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. A golden finch with green wings scratched his head.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking. On the same day, in last contact, the train was heading home. At this time, I hesitated to go.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. 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? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west wing and asked a young girl named Baoyu, telling her both. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.