What are some poems describing hairstyles?

1. "My Young"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi

My young name is A Luo, and A Luo is only seven years old.

I am sorry that I am not a talented person, but I pity you that you have no brothers.

Although he was arrogant and stupid, he was quite intelligent.

My mother-in-law is like a thrush, imitating my singing voice.

My teeth are about to fall out now, but your teeth started growing yesterday.

My hair is all gone, but your topknot is just beginning to take shape.

If the old and the young do not treat each other, the father will weaken your child.

Reminiscent of the ancient hearts, kindness is not light.

Cai Yong missed Wen Ji, and Yu Gong sighed at Ti lingering.

Dare to ask for your power? But he never forgot his father's love.

2. "Linjiang Immortal·There was a Tutu who practiced asceticism"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zou Hao

There was a Tutu who practiced asceticism and had hair on his head浵浵.

Wearing a pair of loafers. Tightly wrapped around my feet, I struggle to swim south. ?

I heard that the ultimatum was coming day and night, and the mustache was removed from my chin.

If there is no porridge in the bowl, there will be no nunnery. In the modern place, I'm afraid I'll go back again. ?

3. "The Fisherman's Ci/Fisherman"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Chen

A married woman with equal eyebrows is also a wise woman. My sister-in-law is in her prime years.

The hair is messy and the bun is lopsided. Love puts flower branches in front of the temple. ?

4. "Zen Master Binghua's Portrait Asking for Compliments"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Shi Zhengjue

There was nothing in the beginning, but he was born in that place.

White hair, Wululu eyes.

Who dares to live in the abode, the monks will serve each other with maturity.

The majesty appears and the samadhi remains.

Follow the influence and shine brightly.

It is difficult to find a moon-bearing clam in the depths of the hawksbill sea, and no one can see a whale in the coral forest.

5. "Double Ninth Festival"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Yuyi

Last year, the Double Ninth Festival was full of worries, but this year it is still a sigh of relief.

The chrysanthemums at the bottom of the fence only relieve smiles, and the hair in the mirror cannot help but fall.

The cool breeze falls on Gongnanmu again, and the old wild goose sings alone in Hanbeizhou.

In this way, the new year will be remembered, and the poems will be arranged to express new sorrows.