Poems describing women's tenderness

Niu Xiji in Tang and Five Dynasties

The crescent moon is curved like an eyebrow, and there is no sense of unity.

Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.

Cleavage peach all day, benevolence in my heart.

Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.

Looking at the new moon, thinking of you and me. Pieces of missing, full of tenderness.

The crescent moon is curved like an eyebrow and has no meaning of circle. I can't bear to look at red beans, and my eyes are full of acacia tears. Splitting walnuts all day, that person is embedded in my heart like a peach kernel embedded in the core shell. Two flowers facing each other across the wall will form connected branches sooner or later.

Picking lotus seeds, Han Han, Xiang Lian, Shiqingbei.

Tang huangfusong

Lotus fragrance lasts for ten hectares, and sister-in-law is greedy for lotus.

I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks.

Some lyrics, innocent and beautiful, make people soft-hearted and watertight.

The lotus blossoms are blooming, and the Shilitang is fragrant. The little girl didn't come back because she was naughty and picked lotus seeds. It was getting late, and the bow was wet when drawing water. She also took off her red skirt and wrapped the duckling.

The scene of the little girl picking lotus flowers evokes people's memories of childhood and rejoices for that lovely and inexperienced little girl.

Sauvignon Blanc, a heavy mountain.

Nan Tang Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains.

The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain.

The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

My thoughts are like maple leaves in autumn, as sincere as Dan.

Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames.

Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.

The word is ethereal with a pen and the language is simple and clear. Read it carefully, which is thought-provoking.

Jiangnan dream

Tang Wen Ting Yun

Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth.

The mountains and the moon don't know the heart, the water and the wind are empty,

Yun Lan swaying oblique.

Sometimes, the inner tenderness is unknown and can only be tasted in the heart.

Hatred must be like silk, drifting to the distant horizon. The moon in the mountains doesn't know what I'm thinking. In the green water and breeze, the flowers shake down alone. The flowers are scattered, and the bright moon has unconsciously tilted into the blue clouds.

"The mountains and moons don't know their hearts, and the water and wind are empty." This poem is dull at first reading, but it is wonderful after careful consideration.

Huanxisha

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With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn.

Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.

Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Thinking of women's beauty and sadness makes this spring more gentle.

In this spring morning, the heroine came upstairs, the clouds were as light as the lonely late autumn, and the color screen was painted with light smoke and running water, which was deep and lost.

Liu Xufei is like an ethereal dream, and the drizzle falls like my sorrow. In desperation, the hostess hung up the curtains.

Beautiful and elegant language makes people chew and have endless aftertaste.

Red lips

Song liqing Zhao

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands.

Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off.

She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.

Sometimes, the shyness of girls is the gentleness of bowing their heads.

Li Qingzhao was swinging on the swing with delicate hands. There are crystal dew hanging on the edge of the flower branches, and sweat permeates the thin shirt.

Suddenly a guest came in and ran away without shoes. After running away shyly, I leaned against the door and looked back. I bowed my head and smelled the smell of Mei Qing.

With extremely delicate brushwork, Li Qingzhao describes the psychology that women dare not see, want to see but dare not see. Wen Qingmei's woman is so cute.

Bodhisattva-level people

Tangweizhuang

Don't be melancholy at night in the red chamber, with incense lamps and half-rolled tassels.

When the waning moon goes out, beauty says goodbye to tears.

Jin, a pipa player, plays oriole on the strings.

Advise me to go home early, the green window is like a flower.

This word is a sentimental work, a feeling of parting, which is delicate and touching in Wei Zhuang's works.

I remember that on the night of parting, the incense lamp reflected half a scroll of tassels, which was so disappointing. Just before dawn, I was about to go out when the beautiful woman saw me off with tears in her eyes.

Play a song for me when I leave. Sad music is clearly advising me: go home early, your beloved is waiting for you at home!

Golden Gate Bridge

Nantang Feng Yansi

The spring breeze suddenly started and blew out a pool of clear water.

Nothing was done. The believers in the pool folded the apricot flowers and crushed them gently on the path among the flowers.

Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely.

He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.

In Feng Yansi's works, the girl's delicate heart is so delicate and gentle.

When the sweetheart didn't come, the woman looked at the wind and wrinkled the spring pool. When I'm bored, I can only Doby Yuanyang among the flowers, break the apricot kernel and crush it gently.

Leaning on the railing by the pool to watch the ducks being beaten, the Hosta hung down from his head. I think about my sweetheart all day, but she will never come back. When I was depressed, I suddenly heard the voice of a magpie.