Seeking sentences describing the appearance of characters in classic novels (ancient).

The beauty rolled the pearl curtain, sitting y knitting her moth brows.

But I can see the tear marks are wet, I don't know who my heart hates.

The Song of Everlasting Hatred by Bai Juyi

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was so fond of the color of his country that he could not get it from the royal court for many years.

The Yang family has a daughter who has grown up, but she has not yet been recognized.

Born to be a beautiful woman, she was chosen to be on the side of the king.

The smile of a hundred winks, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold gives bath Hua Qing Pond, hot spring water slippery wash gel fat.

Servant helped the baby up, but it was the time of the new grace.

The clouds and temples, the flowers, the golden steps, the hibiscus tent, the warmth of the spring night.

The night is short and the day is long, and from now on the king will not come to court.

There is no time for pleasure, and the spring is a special night for the spring tour.

Three thousand people in the harem, three thousand favorites in one.

The golden house is made up to serve the night, and the jade palace is drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all listed, the poor light is born portal.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman born in a country where there are no parents.

The LIXIL Palace is high up in the green clouds, and the immortal music is heard everywhere.

Slowly singing, slowly dancing, and condensing the silk and bamboo, all the time the king is not enough to see.

The drums and drums of fishing and sun-drums were carried to the ground, breaking the neon dress and feather clothes song.

Smoke and dust from the nine city queues, and thousands of riders traveling southwest.

The Cuihua is a city that has been shaken by the sea, and is now more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate.

The six armies were not sent out, and they died before the moth-eyebrows.

The flower inlays have been left unattended, and the green-winged sparrow's head has been scratched with a jade tickle.

The king couldn't save his face, but he looked back to see the blood and tears flowing together.

The winds of the Yellow Eyes are scattered, and the cloud stacks are winding their way up to the Sword Pavilion.

There are few people traveling under Emei Mountain, and the sun is thin on the flags.

The water of the Shu River is blue and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with them.

The moon is the color of sadness in the palace, and the bell is the sound of broken hearts in the night rain.

The sky is spinning back to the dragon's harness, and I can't go to this place because of the hesitation.

The earth at the bottom of the Mawei slope is full of mud, and I can't see the jade face of the empty place of death.

The officials and the ministers were all covered in clothes, and they looked east to the capital gate to return.

All the pools and gardens are still the same, and the hibiscus and willow are still the same.

The hibiscus is like a face, the willow is like an eyebrow.

The spring breeze is the day of peach and plum blossoms, and the autumn rain is the time of the fall of sycamore leaves.

There are a lot of autumn grasses in the south of the Western Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red steps that are not swept away.

The Pearland students have new white hair, and the Pepper House supervisors are old.

The evening hall fireflies fly thought quietly, the lonely lamp pick all not sleep.

The bells and drums of the night are late, and the stars of the sky are on the verge of dawning.

They are the first to be able to use their own personal computer to make their own decisions, but they are also the first to be able to use their own computer to make their own decisions.

It's been a long time since I was born or died, and I've never been able to dream.

The Qiong Taoist Hongdu guest, can be sincere to the soul.

For the sake of the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look for it.

Placing the air and harnessing the gas to run like electricity, ascending to the sky and into the earth to seek it all.

The two places were all gone, but they were not to be found.

Suddenly, I heard that there is an immortal mountain in the sea.

The pavilions are exquisite, and the clouds rise up, and there are many fairies among them.

There is one person who has the word "Tai Zhen", with snowy skin and flowery appearance.

Knocking on the jade fan in the west room of the Golden Quay, I told Jade to report the double success.

It is said that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty was sent by the Emperor of Heaven, and he was frightened by the dream in the tent of Jiuhua.

When I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, where I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.

The cloudy bun is halfway to the new bed, and the flower crown is not whole to come down to the hall.

The wind is blowing and the sleeves are fluttering, just like the dance of the neon dress.

The jade face is lonely, the tears are dry, and the pear blossom has a branch in spring with rain.

They are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to see the world.

The love in the hall of Zhaoyang is over, and the sun and moon in the palace of Penglai are long.

Looking back at the world, I don't see Chang'an, I see the dust and fog.

Only the old things to show deep love, tin alloy hairpin will be sent.

The hairpin left a strand and a fan, the hairpin broke the gold and the inlay.

But the heart is as strong as the golden tin, and we will see each other in heaven and on earth.

This is the first time I've sent you a message, and I'm sure you'll be able to tell me what you want to know.

The seventh day of the seventh month in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night.

We wish to be birds of a feather in the sky and branches of a tree on earth.

The sky is long and the earth is long, and this hatred has no expiration date.

Shi Jing. Wei Feng. Shuo Ren":

Hands like catkins, skin like solid fat. The collar is like a grub, the teeth like rhinoceroses. A small cicada with a small head, a small smile, and beautiful eyes.

Poetry - reed reed

Reed reed, white dew for frost. The so-called Irena, in the water side.

To migrate from the road, the road is long. The first thing you need to do is to go to the center of the water and swim from it.

The reed grows in a rush, and the white dew is not yet dry. The so-called Irena, in the water of the river.

Migrate from the road, the road is blocked and among. The other day, he was in the water, and the other day, he was in the water.

The reed grows in the reed, and the white dew is not yet there. The so-called Irena, in the water of the bank.

Migrate from the road, the road is blocked and right. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to make it work.

Moonrise

The moonrise is bright, and the best people are bright. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one. The moon is the only thing that can make you feel good about yourself. The agitated mind is agitated.

The moon is shining, the lovely lovely people are prairie, and they are all in a state of agitation. The first thing you need to do is to get your mind off of it.

Qingpingtong1

--Li Bai

The clouds want to clothe themselves with clothes and the flowers want to look at them,

The spring breeze brushes the threshold and the dew is thick.

If I hadn't met you at the top of the jade mountain,

I would have met you under the moon at Yaotai.

Qing Ping Tune 2

--Li Bai

A branch of red dew condenses fragrance,

Clouds and rain in the Wushan Mountain are in vain;

If I ask who in the Han Palace can look like,

Pity the poor flying swallows leaning on the new clothes.

Ching Ping Tune 3

--Li Bai

Famous flowers are the favorite of the country,

The king always smiles at them.

Explaining the infinite hatred of the spring breeze,

Shen Xiang Pavilion leans on the appendage in the north.

There is a beautiful woman in the north who is absolutely independent.

One look at the city and another look at the country.

Wouldn't you rather not know the city and the country?

It is hard to find a beautiful woman again

Tang Li Shangyin

The Jinseer has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column thinking of years.

The Zhuang Sheng Xiao Meng is obsessed with butterflies, and the Wang Di's heart of spring is in the form of a cuckoo.

There are tears in the moon of the ocean, and smoke in the warmth of the blue field.

This love can be recalled, but at that time it was already lost.

My fair lady, the gentleman's son is good martial arts

Skin as solid as grease, face as white jade

Sinking fish and falling geese, shy flowers and closed moon

There is a good woman in the north, absolutely independent.

One look at the city, another look at the country.

Wouldn't you rather not know the city and the country?

My fair lady, gentleman's martyrdom

Skin like solid fat, face like white jade

Sinking fish and falling geese, shy flowers and closed moon

Hands like catkins, skin like congealed grease, collar like grubs, teeth like gourd, cicatrizes with moth-eyebrows.

Beauty and idleness of a beautiful woman, picking a mulberry tree on the road. The soft stripes are in a state of flux, the falling leaves are in a state of flux, the sleeves are in a state of flux, the wrists are in a state of flux. The head of gold hairpin, waist wear Cui-Rangan. Pearls and jade body, coral between the wood difficult. The dresses are fluttering, and the train is far away with the wind. But where I go, the birds are scaring the trees in the garden; when I arrive, the shadows are coming back to the corridor. The fairy's choices are now floating, and I can smell the fragrance of the musk orchid; the lotus garment is about to move, and I can hear the clanging of the ring of the peals. The smile of the spring peaches is now a bun of emerald green; the lips of the cherries are now fragrant with pomegranate teeth. The slender waist is chu-chu, dancing back to the wind and the snow; the beads and emeralds are brilliant today. The forehead is full of yellow. The flowers are a pleasure to smell and enjoy, and the pool is a joy to wander around in. The pool is a place to fly and fly. Her brows are knitted and smiling, but she is about to speak; her steps are moving, but she is about to stop. I envy their good quality, now that it's clear and moist; I admire their fancy clothes, now that it's sparkling. I love their looks, they are so fragrant, and their attitude is so beautiful, they are soaring. If it is so pure, the spring plum blooms in the snow. If it is clean, the autumn chrysanthemum is covered with frost. If it is quiet, the pine grows in the empty valley. If it is colorful, it reflects in the pond. If it's literary, the dragon swims in the song. If it is divine, the moon shoots the cold river. I should be ashamed of Xizi, really ashamed of Wang Qiang. Wondrous, born in which place, from the service side? I believe that the Yaochi is unique and the Purple Mansion is unmatched. What kind of person is she? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

"Southeast Flight of the Peacock"

The rooster crows for the dawn, and the bride rises in her makeup.

With my embroidered skirt, I can do everything in four or five ways.

Silk shoes on my feet, tortoiseshell on my head.

The waist is like a flow of dandy, and the ears are like moon dannos.

The fingers are like peeled onions, the mouth like vermilion.

The delicate steps are unparalleled in the world.

"The Stranger's Merry-Go-Round" (the side description is very colorful)

The sun rises in the southeast corner of the country and shines on my Qin's building. Qin has a good girl, who calls herself Luo Shi.

Luoshi is good at silkworms and mulberry, and picks mulberry in the south corner of the city; green silk is used as a cage tie, and cinnamon sticks are used as cage hooks.

With a bonny bun on her head and moon beads in her ears, she wore light yellow silk as her bottom skirt and purple silk as her top jacket.

When the walker sees Lohsi, he puts down his burden and strokes his moustache; when the young man sees Lohsi, he takes off his hat and puts on his head.

The plowman forgets his plow, the hoeman forgets his hoe, and when he comes and goes back he is angry with each other, but he sits down and watches Loxi.

PS: Personally, I really like the Book of Psalms, in fact, "Peony Pavilion", "The Story of the Western Wing", "Dream of the Red Chamber" in the super, Baidu a grasp a large number of, I will not repeat it here!