Ancient poems about eyelashes

1. Poems describing eyelashes 1. Flower eyelashes

Author: Ye Zhi Hyundai

Snow in the north

Bring bad news

Flower eyelashes

Covered with glittering and translucent ice particles

The city looks like the earth.

Just stand where you are.

Prosperity temporarily disappeared from the tree.

And the flower of hope

In the arms of Magnolia grandiflora

Avoid a permanently depressed winter.

Before she comes back to life

Blindness in Shanghai

Be ringed by years

Enlarge the wet circumference.

I play the piano on your eyelashes.

Author: Reflections on modernity

I am on your side.

Play the piano on curly eyelashes

year

Such as tidal fading

day and night

peep at

The starry sky in your eyes

all is quiet and still

I fell asleep gently.

Like a light feather

Let your gentle eyes

Cover it.

Such as winter quilts.

3. Light on eyelashes

Text/Junfei Modern

You are long and curved.

Fine thick eyelashes

Shining with charming light.

I came quietly.

She played Chopin for me.

I stood quietly.

She drew the Mona Lisa's face for me.

You are long and curved.

Fine thick eyelashes

Shining with charming light.

I came quietly.

She recited Du Li's lines for me.

I stood quietly.

She fluttered her skirt for me.

Yours is long and curved.

Fine thick eyelashes

Shining with charming light.

I came quietly.

She picked the fragrance of a thousand years for me.

I stood quietly.

She soothed my inexplicable sadness.

Yours is long and curved.

Fine thick eyelashes

Shining with charming light.

She is very gentle.

Warm my heart.

Yours is long and curved.

Fine thick eyelashes

Shining with charming light.

Reminds me of many good times. ...

4. Dewdrops on eyelashes

Author: ZY eagle modern

The morning mist can't cover the rising sun.

The silent dawn can't conceal the longing and enthusiasm for the sun.

Near dawn, I slowly opened my eyes.

The eyelashes are covered with dew.

That may be the tears left in my dream last night.

Whether it is dew or tears, let it dry in the morning breeze.

I don't want anything to obscure my clear vision.

I can't see the sunrise clearly.

5. Snow hangs on your eyelashes.

Author: Yao Xi Hyundai

I miss a snow.

From one summer to another.

In my distant youth

In the lonely and fragile wind

I am an eye hidden in the window.

Quietly watching a feather fall from the sky

From one person's quiet beauty to another person's uneasiness

From far and near, from germination to annihilation

From joy to tears

Unconsciously bleached my world.

How I want to see you again.

On a moonlit night

Your eyelashes are covered with warm snow.

I miss you too.

On the night when the cold spreads

My eyes are full of thoughts.

2. Poem describing eyelashes 1, Eyelashes of flowers Author: Snow brings cold news in modern northern Ye Zhi. The eyelashes of flowers are covered with crystal clear ice particles. The city stood in its place and prospered temporarily, but the flower of hope disappeared from the tree in Magnolia's mind, avoiding the winter of permanent depression. Before her resurrection, Shanghai's eyes were swollen with rings. On a wet Tuesday, I played the piano on your eyelashes. Author: I play the piano on your curly eyelashes. The years pass like tides. Walking with the stars in your eyes day and night, all is silent. I slept like a light feather, and your gentle eyes covered it like a winter quilt. 3. Light on eyelashes/In modern times, your long, curved, thin and dense eyelashes are tilted and shining with charming light. I came quietly. She played Chopin's music for me. I stood still. She drew the Mona Lisa's face for me. Your long, curved, thin and dense eyelashes are tilted and shining with charming light. I came quietly. She recited Du Li's poems for me. I stood still. She danced for me. Your long, curved, upturned, thin and dense eyelashes are tilted and shining with charming light. Mang came to me gently, and she picked the fragrance for me for thousands of years. I stood quietly, and she comforted the inexplicable sadness for me. Your long, curved, upturned, thin and dense eyelashes are tilted and shining with charming light. She is infinitely gentle and moist in my heart, and your long curved, thin and dense eyelashes are shining with charming light obliquely, which reminds me of many good times ... Dewdrops on eyelashes Author: ZY Eagle Modern morning mist can't cover the rising sun, and the silent dawn can't cover the yearning and enthusiasm for the sun. At dawn, I slowly opened my eyes, and my eyelashes were covered with dew, which may be the tears left in my dream last night. Let it dry in the morning breeze. I don't want anything to block my clear sight, so that I can't see the morning glow. Your eyelashes are covered with snow. Author: I miss a snow from one summer to another in modern times. In the lonely and fragile wind, I hid in the window and silently watched a feather fall from the sky, from one person's quiet beauty to another person's uneasiness, from far and near, from birth to annihilation, from full of joy to tears. I unconsciously bleached my world. I want to see you again. On a moonlit night, your eyelashes are covered with warm snow. I think of you on a cold night.

The ancients called eyelashes in ancient poems. Why did the ancients call eyelashes "eyelashes" in ancient poems?

Try to send silly tears to your eyes, which means: try to send away my feelings. Tears filled the eyes (wet eyelashes).

Try to be stupid: try: try; Send: send; Foolish, self-deprecating, pointing to me; Passion: feelings. Try to get rid of my feelings. Qing dynasty. Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions: "When you are lonely, try to send a foolish message". When you are lonely, try to let go of your feelings.

Ying: full, full. Such as filling ~, evil infiltration ~.

Eyelashes: Fine hairs on the edges of eyelashes and eyelids. It can prevent dust, insects and so on. Prevent eye invasion and shield from strong light. And eyelashes have the function of blocking water, preventing water from entering the eyes.

Tears are covered with eyelashes. On the surface, it means that tears are covered with eyelashes. Tears filled the eyes and overflowed, thus wetting the eyelashes.

Extended data

Ciliary phrase:

1, ciliary rotation

Read: Zhu m 4 n Ji é, blink. Time is pressing.

2. Eyelashes of crows

Pronunciation: yā jié, which means to pay tribute to the big eyelashes, means that the eyelashes are thick and slender, but more emphasis is placed on the black and bright colors of the eyelashes.

3. Heavy cilia

Pronunciation: zhòng Jie, which means thick eyelashes and narrow eyes.

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4. Seek poems describing feelings. Whose scenery passes through the injured city under the eyelashes? Their complicated experiences have carved deep lines in the corner of my eyes. I turned and carved a flower. I sing with my bare hands and you play Chopin, but I am blind. I have been wandering for so long, but I don't want to go home. Because you are not at home, I will never have a home. I am not afraid to let you hear those gossips that are entangled in the middle of the night, and I am not afraid to let the whole world hear them. I'm afraid you'll hear and believe. As long as there is a view in my heart, where is the fragrance of flowers? In those years of prosperity and reluctance to take a curtain call, an eternal flower bloomed. Pawn in the next life, and be passionate with you in the next life. Love you, give you all the good things in my life, and then leave, let the kaleidoscope illuminate your eyes. Roses have no fragrance, miss a person, miss a wound, don't cry and don't talk. On the right side of happiness, it is barren. Always do two things over and over again, love him and protect him. Shh, my injury just fell asleep. Turn off all the lights in the next city. Your sunset, my face, whose third year. The swaying dance of the pen tip is the strongest touch of brilliant red in the spotlight. I watch the sunset at the seaside, snuggle up on a pillow, but I can't swim out of memories, but I can't let go. How can I get there? Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain. Hide in the doomed street and walk through the water under the bridge with a smile. The city injured under the eyelashes passed by whose scenery and whose heart. When the light silence dies, you open an acquisition shop and wait for the forgotten cape skylight. The witch's kiss spell came for the first time, and the wet oath went out. I sat on the sea mending the net, and you fell on the bottom of the sea to sing the song of Dai Yue.

Waiting for a person or a story. Swim across a world, a life and death. Who did you sing the end of that song about us to? Whose city is the gorgeous erotic thread of your palm wrapped around? Laughing and laughing. Write love as the immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates. Then, will you cross the ice and snow?

The dimple described in the poem looks like the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flowers in spring dawn, the sideburns are like knives, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like eyes. Although you are angry and sometimes laugh, you are angry and affectionate. Shuoren (selected from The Book of Songs): Shuoren is beautiful and well dressed.

Son of Qi Hou, wife of Wei Hou. East Palace's sister, Duke Xing's aunt, Tan.

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 animals are arrogant, and Zhu Biao goes his own way. I am looking forward to North Korea.

The doctor retired effortlessly. The river is rich, and the living water in the north runs.

When you do, you will become rich. Exposure is guilty, and ordinary people are guilty.

My Fair Lady is wearing a brocade robe. Qi Hou's daughter is very delicate. She married Wei Hou and came to my hometown. She was born to a compatriot of the Prince, and she is also the sister of Xing Hou, and Tan Gong is her own sister.

Hands are as white as spring fat, and skin is as thin and greasy as coagulated fat; The neck is as white as a salamander, and the teeth are as white as melon seeds. Square forehead, thin eyebrows, intoxicating smile and flowing eyes. My fair lady is tall and stops in the suburbs; Four stallions are more vigorous, HongLing floats on both sides, and birds and feather cars are good courts; The doctor should leave early and don't make the monarch work too hard.

The water of the Yellow River is so strong that it runs northward. Fishing nets whir, snapper jumps and stings, and reeds are dense and high. Dowry women dress beautifully, and courtiers are brave and tall. Among them, "a beheading and an eyebrow" is a wonderful sentence to describe a beautiful girl.

Li Bai, how beautiful she is, with a pearl-like window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her brow is! . I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.

China Emperor Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow is eager to shock the beauty of an empire. It has been searching for the throne for many years, but it has not been found. 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 will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

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.

The soldiers stopped, and none of them wanted to stir and turned to the moth. 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 blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

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.

I can't see the jade face from the soil buried along the Mawei slope below. 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 * * *.

Long life, but no beloved soul 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.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad 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.

In the sentence "The only petal is like her face, and a willow leaf is like her eyebrow", I saw a young girl wearing a light green shirt coming out of the temple quickly, but I saw her eyebrows curved, her small nose slightly upturned, and her face was like white jade, and Yan Re was facing China. Her dress is not luxurious, only a string of pearls hanging around her neck, emitting a faint halo, which further shows that she is extravagant. He saw that the girl's face was crystal clear, her skin was as light as snow, and her oval face was shiny. Although she is shy, she is really a beautiful woman. She is only sixteen or seventeen years old and has a graceful figure. She is like a pearl, pure and flawless. The girl is about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in green, with fair skin and a delicate and lovely face. Her face is congealed with goose oil, her lips are like cherry blossoms and her eyebrows are like eyebrows. In this muddy rain, it is particularly eye-catching and fresh. As straight as the rain hits Lan Lian, the fog is thin and lonely, and the unspeakable ethereal light escapes. Haha's laughter added an indescribable feeling. He turned around and saw her standing behind her with a table in her left hand, a flying knife in her right hand, a white blade in her fingers, like holding a flower branch, and cherry blossoms flowing in her eyes. When it is really beautiful, Chun Mei is covered with snow, the gods are like autumn flowers covered with frost, the cheeks are harmonious, the clouds are reflected in the pool, the eyes are crystal clear, and the moon shines on the cold river. She is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a dagger pinned to her waist, long shoulders hanging down, a yellow shirt, a small hat embroidered with gold thread, a long green feather on the side of the hat, green riding boots and a beautiful girl's head.