Poetry describing introversion

Fifteen years old is your wife, so shy that I dare not laugh.

I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.

-Li Bai's Long March

Bow your head and change color, without makeup, teeth and lips.

There is no plural in bowing down, and maids and concubines are like strict guests.

-Fu Xuan's "Yu You Fen"

When someone comes,

Socks, golden hair, slip away.

Ashamed to leave,

Looking back at the door,

But smell the plum.

-Li Qingzhao's Little Crimson Lips

The boat moved in the lake and saw young people believe that the boat was greedy.

People will be ashamed for a long time if they throw lotus seeds into the water for no reason.

-Huang Fusong's "Picking Lotus Seeds"

It's all about little girls. Is Nong a boy or a girl?