There are poems about the beauty of the snake and scorpion (poems about the beauty of the snake and scorpion)

Beauty is not a disaster, but also a pity. A thousand troubles cause trouble, all because of dust.

1. The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, looking for it and never finding it. 2. When it comes to beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone. It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster. 3. Beauty is beauty, Yang Guifei and Zhao Jun are beauty. The beauty of a country is beautiful, but beauty is a disaster. 4. Twenty-eight beauties crisp, a sword cut on the waist. Although no one lost his head, the bone marrow of the dark king dried up. Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the countryside. 7. Anger at the crown is a kind of beauty. 8. The land of Fu Cha, the prince of Wu, is broken, and seduction by women is the culprit. Without this woman's help, Gou Jian would have lived in vain. 9. Mizhi The Story Of Diu Sim is cold and green. A woman and two men were destroyed. Fang Tianji hung high above the city, and the famous Colt Red Rabbit had tears in his eyes. 10. Ming Taizu lost the prosperity of Kaiyuan only because of Yuhuan fertilizer. On this side of the Qing Dynasty, the rebellion of An Shi and the song of everlasting regret became empty and haggard. 1 1. The essence of Wang's fake marriage is a honey trap. Since then, westerners have been lazy to move eastward, and disasters have led to the top of the border. 12. Yuanyuan is infatuated, and the Great Wall is in danger. The daughter wins the beauty's smile, and the bonfire plays a role in singing the praises of sin. 13. The wine pool is full of meat, and da ji is charming, Wudang Road. And the green river, known as the Red Guards of disaster. 14. Speaking of beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone. It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.

2. Poems about "A femme fatale"

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.

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.

Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

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.

Fu (pí) came at the instigation and broke the "Chang Yu Song".

Què, a nine-fold city gate, was born, with smoke and dust everywhere, and thousands of troops sailed to the southwest.

The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

Dian, a green and white jade tassel and a golden hairy bird, failed to collect land.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Yun Zhan yíng hid in the yellow dust from a cold wind and went to Jiange.

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 stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

With the sun facing away, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.

In the soil under the slope of Mawei (wéi), that memory, that anguish. Where is her white face? .

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.

Autumn grass in Xigong Nanyuan, with red leaves piled up on the steps.

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.

The porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof are thick with morning cream. Who is cold in jade (Q and N)?

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

Hongduke, a Taoist in Lin Qiong (Qing Dynasty), was able to summon the gods by paying attention.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He cleared the way in space, split the ether like lightning, and ascended to heaven for help (same as Time).

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.

Exquisite pavilions (also known as "exquisite pavilions") Five clouds rise and exquisite immortals move back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the Jinmen Pass in the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate and asked a girl named Yuchuaner to tell him.

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 her drowsiness, and both the pearl foil (bó) and the silver screen (yǐ) were opened.

Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat came loose.

The wind blows the fairy (mèi), as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather clothes.

Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

Xie, since they broke up, her body and voice have become strange.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

Looking back at the human world (huán) and looking at the capital, there is only fog and dust.

Only old things are affectionate, and Diann and Chai Jin will send them.

However, a branch of the hairpin and a side of the box are kept, and the firewood (bá) gold is divided into two parts.

"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 and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

3. Poems describing ancient women's disasters, businessmen hate singing backyard flowers across the river.

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.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

Advise you not to cherish gold clothes, and advise you to cherish teenagers.

What beautiful women are rotten demons, beautiful streamers.

We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other. What if we don't meet? The river is surging, the sea is boundless, and the water and the sky are opposite, and the two forget each other!

I don't know where the piano sound came from, which broke the silence of the night sky, but why did I cry at the window alone? Is it the acacia tears of wine? A faint moon, looking at me silently, can you be safe? Beauty is a disaster.

I want to travel all over the north and south with you and enjoy the wind and rain.

I want to buy the moon three drinks with you.

I used to want to be with you, facing the sea, singing birds and waves, but now, beauty is in trouble.

The night is silent, and the cold sound is broken. Tonight this year, the moonlight is frozen. Are you cool?

Once a gentleman, pure and innocent, happy and carefree, but now six plums are branded on his arm, which is a deep hatred and a painful pain! I used to be a gentleman, laughing, funny and naughty, and loving my friends as myself. Now that I'm looking for hell on Yin Siquan Road, I'm in trouble.

The wind is an inch soft. Cold fragrance flies to poetry. My hair is wet, my eyes are drunk, and tears on my pillow are like rain. Shut your mouth. You can't break all kinds of worries. Flowers are not watered, wine is not advised, and drunkenness is not talked about. Can you sleep?

It's raining black again in the west window. If it is intermittent, you have to give up the snow. Just look at the broken red flowers, you will worry about falling flowers. This is self-destruction and self-mutilation.

Ideas are hard to break.

Why are the neon streets so lonely? Leaves and dreams can be missed.

Mo Yan has nothing to say in this world, why not talk about loneliness?

4. Poems describing ancient femme fatale. Businessmen don't know how to die and hate crossing the river, especially if she just turns her head and smiles, and a hundred spells and six palaces of powder and paint disappear without a trace.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until under their hooves. They may trample on those moths and suggest that you don't cherish the golden robe. They advise you to cherish the young and beautiful rotten demon. Even if I do, I don't know. What if we don't meet? The river is surging, the sea is boundless, and the water and the sky are opposite, and the two forget each other! I don't know where the piano sound came from, which broke the silence of the night sky, but why did I cry at the window alone? Is it the acacia tears of wine? A faint moon, looking at me silently, can you be safe? Beauty is a disaster. I want to travel all over the north and south with you and enjoy the wind and rain. I want to be with you and invite the moon to drink. I wanted to be with you, facing the sea, birds singing and waves, but now, beauty is in trouble.

The night is silent, and the cold sound is broken. Tonight this year, the moonlight is frozen. Are you cool? Once a gentleman, pure and innocent, happy and carefree, but now six plums are branded on his arm, which is a deep hatred and a painful pain! I used to be a gentleman, laughing, funny and naughty, and loving my friends as myself. Now that I'm looking for hell on Yin Siquan Road, I'm in trouble. The wind is an inch soft. Cold fragrance flies to poetry. My hair is wet, my eyes are drunk, and tears on my pillow are like rain. Shut your mouth. You can't break all kinds of worries. Flowers are not watered, wine is not advised, and drunkenness is not talked about. Can you sleep? It's raining black again in the west window. If it is intermittent, you have to give up the snow. Just look at the broken red flowers, you will worry about falling flowers. This is self-destruction and self-mutilation.

It's hard to break your mind. Why is it lonely in the street? Leaves and dreams can be missed. Mo Yan has nothing to say in this world, why not talk about loneliness? . .

5. Are there any poems and songs about "beauty and disaster"? Beauty and disaster "beauty" are two gentle words. Iraqis are dignified and lovely, and their faces are as beautiful as cardamom in February, the full moon on a midsummer night, and the fairy stepping on water. "The hands are soft, the skin is like frozen fat, and the collar is like wandering." "Its shape is also amazing, beautiful and dragon-like ... like a light Yun Zheyue, fluttering like a romantic return to snow"; "Sweet fog and wet clouds, jade shoulders and cold moon"; "Xie Wu has a soft waist" and so on are all descriptions of the superior appearance of beautiful women.

Du Fu's poem "Memories of Pei Daozhou's handwriting in late autumn": "Memories of Wei Yongjia's parting ions, beautiful flowers reflecting flesh"; Cao Zhi's Meditation Poetry: "The beauty of heaven is a rotten demon, and beauty is a gorgeous streamer." Among them, the word "beauty" refers to the beauty's appearance, and later gradually evolved into the name of beauty.

Beautiful colors can accompany meals. "Heroes feel sad about beauty." It is human nature to love beauty. No matter the three thousand beauties of the emperor's three palaces and six courtyards, it is fashionable to find beautiful women in feudal society.

However, in China's 5,000-year history of civilization, an idiom has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. It makes all the faces who are ashamed of flowers and sink fish and fall wild geese bear heavy charges before the rise and fall of history and the change of dynasties, obliterating all the gorgeous colors of those beauties, leaving only the reputation of disaster and warning emperors and other men of past dynasties.

This idiom is "Beauty is a disaster". The definition of "disaster" in Ci Hai is "a woman who harms others and harms things".

"A femme fatale", an ancient saying, generally refers to the meaning that beauty delays the country. It should be said that similar words are not uncommon in our cultural tradition, and there are many narratives in various languages, which can be said to be commonplace and have a long history.

Don't think that "femme fatale" refers to the royal ladies, the praises of the Zhou Dynasty, da ji who died in the Shang Dynasty, the stone of the Wu Dynasty, Yang Guifei in the Tang Dynasty ... Even some ordinary women such as Chen Yuanyuan and Sai Jinhua are afraid of being accused. China's "disaster" lineup is really endless in history.

Interestingly, since ancient times, virtuous people have been silent, and only "disaster" has left a name. Why? It's all because the "disaster" is a beautiful woman. They have fallen to the country, to the whole city, to the family, to be convicted by beauty, and to be famous for beauty and "sin".

Jiangshan, princes, beauties, disasters and love-these themes are intertwined with countless historical vicissitudes. Stories such as Spring and Autumn Annals, Zuo Zhuan and Water Margin can be seen: Shang Zhouwang was so tyrannical because he was surrounded by Adaji, and the Shang Dynasty was destroyed because Shang Zhouwang's favorite eldest son had been making trouble; Zhou Youwang lost his country because he loved his praise and blamed his smile. If Zhou Youwang hadn't fought for her smile, he wouldn't have died. Fu Cha was defeated by Gou Jian because he was corroded by Xi Shi, and Wu Guo was defeated because Xi Shi's "a pair of smiles only turned back and a hundred thousand soldiers defected" made Fu Cha rich and famous; Chu overlord Xiang Yu's concubine committed suicide on the Wujiang River; Emperor Yang Di lost his mind because he liked women; There are also Li Yu and Zhou Xiao, who can't bear to look back on the past of the bright moon; Li Longji was so fatuous in his later years because "there are his ladies in the palace, and 3,000 people are stunning, and 3,000 people love one person". The decline of the Tang Dynasty is all because of Yang Yuhuan's "If she just turns her head and smiles, there are hundreds of spells cast, and the makeup of the sixth palace fades into nothing"; The demise of the Ming Dynasty was also caused by Chen Yuanyuan, the commander-in-chief of Shanhaiguan, Wu Sangui, who "wept bitterly for six armies and became angry as a beauty" ... and so on. In history, some bad emperors chose the beauty of the world to be forbidden in the harem, went with the flow, went on strike every night, indulged in three palaces and six courtyards, and ignored political affairs and state affairs, so that there were many sorrows everywhere, and people complained everywhere, and bring disgrace to oneself.

Almost all the allusions of national subjugation in history seem to point the finger at "beauty". Beauty = disaster. It seems that whoever gets close to a beauty will bring self-destruction, so there is the idiom "beauty is a disaster".

The downfall of every dynasty has its historical reasons, but the autocratic culture of China always makes people forget to look for fallacies from emperors and generals. They always blame the beauty for the country's downfall or defeat, and excuse themselves with the phrase "femme fatale", and dare not assume the responsibility as a ruler or even a man. It seems that without these beautiful women, their country can "never fail".

Why do many people always call these beautiful women around the bad king a femme fatale? Are they the cause of the result? Is beauty really a disaster? I always feel that people's comments are unfair. In the feudal era when the husband's power and imperial power flourished, it was incredible that a weak woman had the ability to destroy the country and harm the people! It makes people sad to think about it, and at the same time, they feel deeply helpless for those wronged "beauty".

Take Chen Yuanyuan for example. In Wu's Yuan Yuan Qu, the beauty Chen Yuanyuan, an ordinary girl from Gusu, entered the palace several times and then fell into the hands of Li Zicheng, which caused Wu Sangui's jealousy. Finally, Wu Sangui's "feat" of "rushing to the top and being angry as a beauty" was triggered, and Shanhaiguan was opened to attract Qing soldiers to enter the customs, and Chen Yuanyuan became famous in World War I. When a large group of young people pointed at Chen Yuanyuan and cursed her as a "disaster", they could not help asking those who called her a "femme fatale": What happened to such a weak woman who was in power and played by the emperor? Is beauty her sin? Why did it become a "disaster" and be mercilessly reviled by the world? Until now, some corrupt officials always talk about the woman behind them when they are exposed. This is clearly saying that behind every bad man, there is a bad woman. Therefore, without exception, when accusing corrupt officials of being a fool, they always introduce a woman at the same time, and even regard it as the source of bad roots.

What's wrong with men? In the end, you can always find a woman's delicate hands behind him. In a patriarchal society, men strive to maintain absolute spiritual superiority, which seems to be the idol and spiritual master of women's lifelong dedication.

Helpless spiritual cowardice makes them afraid to face up to their failure of national subjugation and extinction, and at the same time they are unable to resist their desire for lust. So on the one hand, they enjoy it and pursue beauty.

6. A poem about a femme fatale If she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappear without a trace.

-Tang translated "Song of Eternal Sorrow": She smiled back and all kinds of charm appeared at the same time. All kinds of women in the Sixth Hospital, white and green, faded at once.

Describe the beauty of Yang Guifei. The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.

-Tang's translation of "Song of Eternal Sorrow": Tang prefers beauty. After becoming emperor, he searched for beautiful women for many years, but found nothing. Beauty Xi Shi, Yang Guifei and Zhao Jun are all beautiful women. Who knows that beauty is a disaster?

-Han Sima Qian's "Historical Records of Zhou Benji" translation: Shi, Yang Guifei, Zhao Jun and The Story Of Diu Sim are all beauties, and they are all known disasters. 28. A beautiful woman looks crisp, and her waist is covered with swords to kill a stupid man.

Although no one lost his head, the bone marrow of the dark king dried up. -Ming Lanling Xiao Xiaosheng translated "Jin Ping Mei": A beautiful person is like jade, but it is a harmful thing. The thing around her waist is like a sharp knife, which can kill a stupid person; Although I can't see my head fall, my bone marrow is exhausted by lust.

Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the country. Tang Juyi translated Song of Eternal Sorrow: A beautiful girl looked at the soldiers guarding the city. The soldiers abandoned their weapons and the city walls fell down.

Anger at the crown is a beauty. -Wu Meicun's translation of "Garden Songs" in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties: I was extremely angry because of a beautiful woman.

Beauty is not a disaster, but also a pity. A thousand troubles cause trouble, all because of dust.

Beauty is not the real source of evil, even concubines deserve pity and sympathy. The real evil is the hearts of ordinary people. Beauty is the object of envy and jealousy.

Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river. -Tang Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai Translation: Jinling singers seem to know nothing about the hatred of national subjugation, but they are still singing the lewd song yushu backyard flower on the other side.

What a beautiful rotten girl, beautiful streamer. -Cao Zhi's Meditation Poetry in the Three Kingdoms Period: Why does God want women to be so beautiful, absolutely beautiful?

When I sent a smile to the princess of mortals, no one knew it was litchi. -Tang Du Mu translated "Crossing the Huaqing Palace": A gallop, smoke rolling, a concubine smiling, no one knows that the south sent litchi fresh fruit.

7. Poems describing bosom friends. A confidante can win many lives, so don't blame yourself for the spring breeze.

Since ancient times, beauty has been unlucky, and flowers have fallen behind closed doors.

Beauty has been a famous star since ancient times, and it is forbidden to see bald heads on earth.

Crying for the loss of all six armies, rushing to the crown and anger is beautiful.

My concubine is not conscious of splendor, flowers are still harmonious without love, but flowers with lovers are unlucky.

How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply?

1. The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, looking for it and never finding it.

2. When it comes to beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.

It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.

3. Beauty, Yang Guifei, Zhao Jun, and beauty Diao Chan.

Who knows that beauty is a disaster?

The 28th beauty looks pretty, with swords around her waist.

Although no one lost his head, the bone marrow of the dark king dried up.

Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the country.

7. Anger at the crown is a kind of beauty.

8. Fu Cha, the prince of Wu, broke ground, and seduction was the culprit.

Without this woman's help, Gou Jian would have lived in vain.

9. Mizhi The Story Of Diu Sim is cold and green. A woman and two men were destroyed.

Fang Tianji hung high above the city, and the famous Colt Red Rabbit had tears in his eyes.

10. Ming Taizu lost the prosperity of Kaiyuan only because of Yuhuan fertilizer.

On this side of the Qing Dynasty, the rebellion of An Shi and the song of everlasting regret became empty and haggard.

1 1. The essence of Wang's fake marriage is a honey trap.

Since then, westerners have been lazy to move eastward, and disasters have led to the top of the border.

12. Yuanyuan is infatuated, and the Great Wall is in danger.

The daughter wins the beauty's smile, and the bonfire plays a role in singing the praises of sin.

13. The wine pool is full of meat, and da ji is charming, Wudang Road.

And the green river, known as the Red Guards of disaster.

14. Speaking of beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.

It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.

It is better to eliminate several storms and hurry back to spring. Cherish spring is often afraid of early flowering, not to mention countless red flowers. Living in spring, when things happen, there is no turning back at the end of the world. The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves and do everything in Yogyakarta.

Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Flying moths and eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust? Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the fence, the sun goes down, and the future is bright.

Beauty flashes to old age, and first frost goes to autumn.

There is no sad song for me. I don't know if the flowers have fallen and people have died.

I also believe that beauty will eventually become soil, and it is unbearable to dream too fast.

Dry wind and broken sun are also sad.

Four seas and one leaf is a lonely boat.

You seldom smile,

I want to dream of a broken bridge.

Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

It is not easy to get a bosom friend in life. If the bosom friend is a beauty, how gorgeous it would be.

Daughters are easy to get, but confidantes are hard to find, not to mention confidantes.

A woman who can become a confidante must be a boutique among women, and a man who has a confidante must also be a wise man among men!

Businessmen don't know how to die, and they hate kicking down the ladder, especially singing backyard flowers.

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.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

Advise you not to cherish gold clothes, and advise you to cherish teenagers.

What beautiful women are rotten women, beautiful streamers.

We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other. What if we don't meet? The river is surging, the sea is boundless, and the water and the sky are opposite, and the two forget each other!

I don't know where the piano sound came from, which broke the silence of the night sky, but why did I cry at the window alone? Is it the acacia tears of wine? A faint moon, looking at me silently, can you be safe? Beauty is a disaster.

I want to travel all over the north and south with you and enjoy the wind and rain.

I want to buy the moon three drinks with you.

I used to want to be with you, facing the sea, singing birds and waves, but now, beauty is in trouble.

The night is silent, and the cold sound is broken. Tonight this year, the moonlight is frozen. Are you cool?

Once a gentleman, pure and innocent, happy and carefree, but now six plums are branded on his arm, which is a deep hatred and a painful pain! I used to be a gentleman, laughing, funny and naughty, and loving my friends as myself. Now that I'm looking for hell on Yin Siquan Road, I'm in trouble.

The wind is an inch soft. Cold fragrance flies to poetry. My hair is wet, my eyes are drunk, and tears on my pillow are like rain. Shut your mouth. You can't break all kinds of worries. Flowers are not watered, wine is not advised, and drunkenness is not talked about. Can you sleep?

8. The whole poem about the disaster of beauty is a "disaster of beauty"-Deng's beauty is not a disaster, but it is a pity to be a concubine.

A thousand troubles cause trouble, all because of dust. 1. The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, looking for it and never finding it. 2. When it comes to beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.

It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster. 3. Beauty is beauty, Yang Guifei and Zhao Jun are beauty. The beauty of a country is beautiful, but beauty is a disaster. 4. Twenty-eight beauties crisp, a sword cut on the waist.

Although no one lost his head, the bone marrow of the dark king dried up. Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the countryside. 7. Anger at the crown is a kind of beauty. 8. The land of Fu Cha, the prince of Wu, is broken, and seduction by women is the culprit.

Without this woman's help, Gou Jian would have lived in vain. 9. Mizhi The Story Of Diu Sim is cold and green.

A woman and two men were destroyed. Fang Tianji hung high above the city, and the famous Colt Red Rabbit had tears in his eyes.

10. Ming Taizu lost the prosperity of Kaiyuan only because of Yuhuan fertilizer. On this side of the Qing Dynasty, the rebellion of An Shi and the song of everlasting regret became empty and haggard.

1 1. The essence of Wang's fake marriage is a honey trap. Since then, westerners have been lazy to move eastward, and disasters have led to the top of the border.

12. Yuanyuan is infatuated, and the Great Wall is in danger. The daughter wins the beauty's smile, and the bonfire plays a role in singing the praises of sin.

13. The wine pool is full of meat, and da ji is charming, Wudang Road. And the green river, known as the Red Guards of disaster.

14. Speaking of beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone. It turns out that beauty is a disaster when the country wakes up after its destruction.