Jade poems in ancient poetry

I don't know for an hour that the moon is almost a white jade plate. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. (Li Bai)

A pair of jade arm pillows with thousands of people

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.

Who will notice this girl from Yue, with a white face, humble and poor, washing silk by the river alone? .

The moon moves, and it is suspected that it is a jade person.

Her hands as white as jade are shining on the golden harp by the snow window.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

Her master rode his fast horse, waiting for the female gold plate to lick the carp.

He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.

Who will notice this girl from Yue, with a white face, humble and poor, washing silk by the river alone? .

Her jade-white stairs were cold with dew, and her silk soles were wet. She stayed there for so long.

Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?

Red lotus root fragrance, jade is dead, I can untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Looking at the distance, mourning for hate, bun.

You don't dance, you don't watch, Yuhuan Yan Fei is dusty.

It's easy to pick Chinese characters in the brocade machine, but it's rare for jade people to do things.