The description of hair is just like the beauty of a deep pool, which is in some poem

The feet are on silk shoes, the tortoiseshell on the head is bare, the waist is like a stream, the bright moon in the ears is like cutting the green onion root.

The hands are like soft wattles, and the skin is like clotted fat. The collar is like a grub, and the teeth are like a rhino. The head of the moth eyebrows, the clever smile, the beautiful eyes.

This poem is a poem about a woman's hair, eyelashes, nose, and hair swelling like a waterfall or something.

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate seems to be long. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror?

In the past, he did not comb his hair, and his hair was draped over his shoulders; Wan Shenlang's knees, where is not to pity Wei Niang's hair is too thin.

Li He's "Hao Ge".

Ouyang Xiu's words:

The bun is loose and loose, the lead is lightly makeup, the love is uncertain, and the affection seems to be ......ruthlessSauvignon Blanc].

The clouds are shallow, the jade is a shuttle, the surging shirt is thin and thin, and the light cheeks are snails.

There is a lot of autumn wind, the rain is harmonious, the plantain outside the curtain is three or two, and the night is long!

Pounding the practice] cloud sideburns are messy, the evening makeup is remnant, and the eyebrows are far away with hatred.

The slanted cheeks are tender and tender, for whom are the tears dry?

Appealing to the heart] who is with the snub embroidery? Leaning on the incense bonnet. When I wake up in spring, I comb my hair in the sun.

If you want to write two sorrows, take a break. Distant mountains are reaped. Morden Tower.

Bodhisattva Man.

I made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow, to rest and wait for the green mountains to rot. The scale floats on the water surface, until the Yellow River completely dries up.

The day is now, Beidou returns to the south, and the rest is not resting, and the third watch will see the sun.

1, "Bathing" [Era]: Tang [Author]: Bai Juyi.

After years of not bathing, the skin is full of dirt. Today, I am in a bath, and I am quite thin. The old color has white temples and a disease-shaped branch. There is a leftover belt in the width of the clothes, and the hair is too little to comb. Ask yourself what year it is, the beginning of the spring and autumn forties. Forty is already like this, and seventy is no longer known.

2, "My Chicks" [Age]: Tang [Author]: Bai Juyi.

My chick is Ah Luo, Ah Luo is only seven years old. I am not a talented son, and I have no brothers. Although the upbringing is arrogant, the sex is quite intelligent.

The thrush of the school mother is like a poem. My teeth want to fall today, and your teeth were born yesterday. My hair is gone, and my bun is beginning to grow.

The old and the young do not treat each other, and the father is declining and the child is weak. Remembering the hearts of the ancients, love is not light. Cai Yong read Wen Ji, and Yu Gong sighed.

Dare to ask for your power? But he didn't forget his father's love.

3, "Sigh Before the Flower" [Age]: Tang [Author]: Bai Juyi.

The first year spent the first fifty-two, and this year the first fifty-five. The years of class and year of work are known, and they are seen from the frost into the snow. A few people have to be old and don't think about themselves, and Fan Li and Wu Wei are all dirty.

Nanzhou peach and plum Beizhou plum, and happy to be the flower owner every year. Who persuaded each other to sit and sing and dance. Want to scatter the flowers and take a closer look, and strive to know that there will be no wind and rain tomorrow?

4, "Hu Teng'er" [Age]: Tang [Author]: Li Duan.

Hu Teng is a Liangzhou child, and his skin is like a jade nose and a cone. The paulownia cloth light shirt is rolled up and forward, and the grape belt hangs on one side. Kneel in front of the tent to make this sound, and pick up the sleeves and stir the sleeves for the king's dance.

The old pastor of Anxi collected tears and watched, and the lyricist copied the song with Luo. Raise eyebrows and step on the felt, red sweat exchange bead hat bias. Drunk but leaning east and west, his boots are weak in front of the lamp.

The circumference is in a hurry, and the backhand is like the moon. Silk Tong suddenly played the end of a song, whining and painting the hair of Horn City. Hu Teng'er, Hu Teng'er, I don't know if my hometown road is broken.

5, "Yi Xiao Nun" [Age]: Tang [Author]: Wang Jian.

Freshly shaved green hair, born without eyebrows. The body is light and steady, and the heart is slow and the menstrual period is late. The awakening is still invading, and the urging of fasting is outdated. Standing down the steps in the spring, privately making flower branches.

6, "Gift Xi Weng" Era]: Tang [Author]: Wang Jian.

Xitian borrowed from his neighbors and did not relieve his worries. Look at the sun and the elixir, and save the sick with the book.

Accompany the monks to fast for the summer, and the wine lies in the middle of the month. It deserves Dansha power, and the spring is black and new.

7, "Moonlit Night" [Era]: Tang [Author]: Du Fu.

Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When to lean on the false pretense, the tears of the double shine are dry.

8. "Untitled" [Age]: Tang [Author]: Li Shangyin.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Poems about hair:

The jade pot is tied with green silk, and the wine is too late.

- Li Bai "Waiting for the Wine to Not Come".

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!

- Li Bai "Will Enter the Wine".

The spring breeze upstairs is about to stop, who can look in the mirror to see the sorrow.

- Li Bai's "Pounding Clothes".

The sound of the ape urges gray hair, and the length is all silky.

- Li Bai "Song of Qiupu".

Back then, he was unwilling to be calm, and his white hair was like silk sighing.

- Li Bai "There is a wine shop in front of two songs".

Who can close the book, the white head is too mysterious.

- Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey".

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

- Li Shangyin, "Untitled".

The children of Liyuan are white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is young.

- Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, early birth.

- Su Shi "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia".

The bun is loose and loose, and the lead is lightly made up.

The red marriage emerald fog cover is light and the flying flotsam is uncertain.

It's better not to see each other than to see each other, and it seems to be ruthless.

After the sheng song is dispersed, the wine wakes up slightly, and I deeply hope that the moon will be bright and quiet.

- Sima Guang "Xijiang Moon".

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined.

- He Zhizhang "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book".

The white-haired fisherman is accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

- Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal".

Yellow hair hangs down and is happy.

- Tao Yuanming's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring".

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate seems to be long.

"Wet My Hair Again".

Autumn rains. Autumn rain on this morning.

"Wet My Hair Again".

Floating in the air.

It's my infinite sorrow.

Helpless distraction.

Through the clothes. Chill my heart.

1 My tears are dripping quietly.

There you are as supple as the sea.

But it can't keep my hands in the black.

1.The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate seems to be long. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror?

2.You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

3.The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

4.When the window is cloudy sideburns, the mirror appliqué yellow.

5.Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

The rooster crows and wants to dawn, and the bride puts on strict makeup. I embroidered the skirt, and everything was done in four or five ways. Silk shoes under his feet, tortoiseshell light on his head. The waist is like a stream, and the ears are bright and moonless. The finger is like peeling the root of the onion, and the mouth is like containing Zhu Dan. Slender steps, exquisite and unparalleled. "Peacock Flying Southeast".

Hair - green silk.

Eyebrows - willow eyebrows.

Eyes - double phoenix eyes.

The water is the eye waves, and the mountains are the eyebrows.

The longest hair ---

Qiu Pu Ge Li Bai.

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate seems to be long. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror?

The tallest building ---

Overnight stay in the mountain temple Tang Li Bai The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to raise your voice, for fear of frightening the heavenly people Annotation Dangerous Building: High-rise building, here refers to the temple built on the top of a mountain.

The best of ancient poetry.

Not only can it be entertaining, but it can also help everyone review ancient poems.

1. The most expensive letter: Beacon fire for three months, and the family letter is worth 10,000 gold (Du Fu).

The tallest building: The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars by hand.

The longest hair: 3,000 feet of white hair, like a long fate.

The white hair is 3,000 feet, and the fate is like a long one.

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars by hand.

Rewarding teacher Tang Liu Shang.

The void has no place, as if it were glass.

Who arrives in the poetry realm, and the Zen heart passes the poem.

The poem refers to the fact that the empty heart (the heart that is not burdened by the world) is omnipresent and omnipresent, just like the glazed tiles in ancient times, which are so clear and pure.

The empty mind (the mind that is not burdened by the world) is omnipresent and omnipresent, just like the glazed tiles of ancient times, which are so clear and pure.