What are the ancient poems describing human parts? Which one do you like best?

There are some ancient poems describing human body parts, which show a subtle, artistic, convergent, appropriate and gentle meaning. From The Book of Songs? From Wei Feng? Hands are soft, skin is coagulated, collar is like a salamander, teeth are like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head is like a moth's eyebrow, and you are smiling and looking forward to it. In this passage, the more I feel the beauty of ancient poetry.

From A Dream of Red Mansions, the eyes are like water apricots, with eyebrows frowning in the spring mountains and eyes frowning in autumn water, with two curved eyebrows frowning rather than frowning, and a pair of eyes like joy but not joy. From Cui Huige, the eyes are just like glass bottles, and the autumn water in Xintang is clear; From the "operator", the water is eye-catching, and the mountain is gathering eyebrows. Where do you want to go? Eyebrows and eyes are ying ying; Every sentence seems to make me feel the beauty of eyebrows.

and when describing hands? Fine hands, Zaza machine station? 、? The wrist is white and the skin is ruby, and the bamboo shoots are sharp and oblique. A pair of ten-fingered jade is fine, isn't it a romantic thing? 、? Raise your hand and catch the fly, and bend over to spread the horseshoe? . Another example is when describing the waist. Fan Su, a native of Ji, is good at singing, while a prostitute is small and pretty, and she tastes like a poem: Fan Su mouth of cherry, small and pretty waist of willow? . Love only one of its profound meanings

I have heard many ancient poems describing human parts, either praising or sighing, but I just like Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua?" I remember the song "Meet at the First Screen". Love this song alone, not only because of the excellent poem, but also because of a beautiful memory.

When I first met my first girlfriend, I fell in love at first sight only because of those eyes. At that moment, I thought of this poem to describe her. Her brother and my brother are good friends. It was my brother's birthday. I sat around chatting with a group of friends. She and her brother came in and sat at the table where drinks were placed. Just as I finished a joke, I stood up and wanted to drink some water, and I saw her with a quiet eyebrow. I was just about to ask her why she didn't laugh. She seemed to find that I was watching myself. She looked at me with a gentle nod and a slightly hooked lip, but soon disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

I happen to think of Su Shi's recent novel? I remember the poem "Meet at the First Screen", with my eyes down and my eyes smiling. It's hard to complain lightly about the deep meaning in front of people. I guess, she didn't laugh before, maybe she was reserved, and she didn't talk without indifference. Then she nodded at me, and I felt that she was a gentle person. It can be seen that she didn't laugh because she was reserved as a lady.

This is like the profound meaning of Su Shi's poem, just as a shy girl can't show her affection in front of people, and not saying anything is not unkind to him. This is even more true. The more lovely it is with pure and small contrast, the more rare it becomes.