Write a poem about beauty?

Hands are soft, skin is solidified —— The Book of Songs

Lingbo takes a small step, Luo socks produce dust-Luo Shenfu

Smile at peach blossoms, clouds pile up into green buns, cherry blossoms bloom on the lips, and pomegranate teeth smell fragrant. The waist is clear, the return air dances with snow, pearls are shining, and the forehead is yellow. When you are in the flowers, you should be angry, you should be happy, you should wander on the pool, if you fly, if you fly. The moth smiles on her brow, but she can't speak. The lotus steps move at first and stop at last. Envy each other's good quality, pure and pure, envy each other's gorgeous clothes, flash text. Love him with his handsome face, Xiang Zhuo, and beautiful posture. In fact, it snowed heavily in Chun Mei. How clean, autumn chrysanthemum cream. How quiet and empty. How beautiful, Xia Ying Cheng Tang. What is the text? The dragon swims in the winding swamp. What is its god? The moon shot at the icy river. Far from being ashamed of learning Chinese characters, I am almost ashamed of Wang Qiang. -A Dream of Red Mansions

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. -"Song of Eternal Sorrow"

When the play is unreasonable, the makeup is just fragrant. -"Song of Luoyang Girls"

There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country. It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is rare again!

[Drunk Spring Breeze] I saw his hairpin and jade hanging horizontally, and his hair was tied into clouds. Being tall and unclear is lazy. Romance of the West Chamber

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. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow