1. Ancient poems about eyelashes
Ancient poems about eyelashes 1. Poems describing eyelashes
1. Eyelashes of flowers
Author: Yeats Modern
That snow in the north
Bringing news of the cold
Eyelashes of flowers
Full of Glittering ice particles
The city was as earth-colored
Standing in place blankly
Prosperity temporarily disappeared from the trees
And hope Flowers
In Magnolia's bosom
Avoiding the winter of permanent depression
Before her resurrection
The Eyes of Shanghai< /p>
Encircled by rings of growth rings
Inflated by wet weeks
2. I play the piano on your eyelashes
Author: Si To the modern times
I play the piano on your curled eyelashes
The years
fade like the tide
Day and night
Walking together
The starry sky in your eyes
Everything is silent
I fall asleep gently
Like a light feather
Covered by your gentle gaze
Like a winter quilt
3. Eyelashes The light on
Text/Juan Fei Modern
Your long, curved eyelashes
Thin and dense eyelashes
Puchi Flickering with charming light
Gently I came
She played Chopin's movement for me
Quietly I stood
< p> She drew the Mona Lisa’s face for meYour long, curved eyelashes
Thin and dense eyelashes
Puff puff puff Shining with charming light
Gently I came
She recited Li Du's poems to me
Quietly I stood
She danced for me and her skirt flew up
Your long, curved hair
Thin and dense eyelashes
Puff, puff, twinkling Charming light
Gently I came
She picked the fragrance of thousands of years for me
Quietly I stood
Her Soothe my inexplicable sadness
Your long, curved and curled eyelashes
Thin and dense eyelashes
Puttering and shining with charming light< /p>
She is infinitely gentle
Warmth my heart
Your long, curved and curled eyelashes
The fluttering and charming light
reminds me of so many good times...
4. Dewdrops on eyelashes
Author ：ZY Eagle Modern
The morning fog cannot cover the rising sun
The silent dawn cannot conceal the desire and enthusiasm for the sun
As dawn approaches, I Open your eyes slowly
The eyelashes are full of dewdrops
Maybe they are the tears left in the dream last night
Whether it is dewdrops or teardrops, Let it dry in the morning breeze
I don’t want anything to block my clear sight
Let me not see clearly the morning glow that fills the sky with red
5 , Your eyelashes are hung with snow
Author: Xiyao Modern
I miss a snow
From one summer to another
< p> Overflowing my distant youthIn the lonely and fragile wind
I am the eyes hiding in the window
Silently watching a feather falling from the sky Falling
From the quiet beauty of one person to the uneasiness of another
From far to near, from birth to annihilation
From full of joy to tears< /p>
My world has been bleached unconsciously
How I want to meet you again
On a moonlit night
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Your eyelashes are covered with warm snow
I think of you again
In the cold night
My eyes are filled with longing
2. Poems about eyelashes
1. Eyelashes of Flowers Author: Yeats The snow in the modern north brings cold news The eyelashes of flowers are covered with crystal ice The city's surface was as earth-colored as it stood there blankly. The prosperity temporarily disappeared from the trees, and the flowers of hope avoided the permanently depressed winter in the arms of the white magnolia. Before she was resurrected, Shanghai's eyesight was swollen by rings of growth rings. The wet week 2. I play the piano on your eyelashes Author: Siyu Modern I play the piano on your curled eyelashes The years fade like the tide The day and night go together The starry sky in your eyes is completely silent I fall asleep gently like a light feather Your gentle eyes are covered like a winter quilt 3. The light on the eyelashes/Jun Fei Modern Your long, curved, thin and dense eyelashes are fluttering and shining with charming light. Gently, I come towards her and she is for me. Playing the music of Chopin, I stood quietly and she painted the face of Mona Lisa for me. Your long, curved and thin eyelashes fluttered and shone with charming light. Gently, I came over and she painted for me. Reciting Li Du's poems, I stood quietly while she danced for me. The corners of her skirt were flying. Your long, curved and curled eyelashes were fluttering and shining with charming light. I walked gently and she stood for me. Picking the fragrance of thousands of years, I stand quietly and she soothes my inexplicable sadness. Your long, curved and curled eyelashes flutter and sparkle with charming light. Her infinite gentleness warms my heart. Your long The thin and dense eyelashes that are curved and curled, fluttering and twinkling with charming light, remind me of so many good times... 4. Dewdrops on eyelashes Author: ZY Eagle Modern morning fog cannot cover the rising sun, and the silent dawn cannot. Covering up my longing and enthusiasm for the sun, I slowly opened my eyes as dawn approached. The eyelashes were covered with dewdrops. Maybe they were the tears left in last night’s dream. Regardless of whether they were dewdrops or teardrops, I let them dry in the morning breeze. I hope that anything can block my clear sight so that I can’t see clearly. The morning glow fills the sky with red. 5. Your eyelashes are hung with snow. Author: Xiyao Modern. I miss a snow that spreads over my distant youth from one summer to another. The years are in the lonely and fragile wind. I am hiding in the window with my eyes silently watching a piece of feather falling from the sky. From the quiet beauty of one person to the uneasiness of another person. From far to near, from birth to annihilation. From full of joy to full of tears. I don’t know. Unknowingly, my world has been bleached. I want to meet you again. On a moonlit night like water, your eyelashes are hung with warm snow. I think of you again. On a cold night, my eyes are full of longing.
3. What did the ancients call eyelashes in ancient poems?
The ancients called eyelashes in ancient poems: "eyelashes".
Try to resolve my stupidity. Tears filled my eyelashes. It means: Trying to resolve my feelings, tears filled my eye sockets (wetted my eyelashes).
Try: try; send: send; foolish, self-effacing words, refers to me; Zhong: feelings. Trying to channel my feelings. From "A Dream of Red Mansions" by Cao Xueqin in the Qing Dynasty: "When you are lonely, try to drive away your foolish thoughts." Translation: When I am lonely, I try to relieve my feelings.
Ying: full, full. For example, charge~, evil~.
Eyelashes: eyelashes, the fine hairs that grow on the edges of the eyelids. It can prevent dust, bugs, etc. from invading the eyes and block strong light. And the eyelashes have the function of blocking water and preventing water from entering the eyes.
Tears fill the eyelashes, which means that the eyelashes are filled with tears. By extension, tears filled the eyes and overflowed, thus wetting the eyelashes.
Extended information
Word combinations of the word eyelashes:
1. Turn eyelashes
Pronounced: zhuǎn jié, blink. It means that time is short.
2. Crow eyelashes
Pronounced as: yā jié, it means roughly the same as feather eyelashes, which means the eyelashes are thick and long, but it also emphasizes the dark and bright color of the eyelashes. .
3. Double eyelashes
Pronounced as: zhòng jié, it means the eyelashes are heavy and the eyes are squinted.
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4. I want to ask about poems that describe feelings. The hurt under the eyelashes. Whose scenery and whose heart passed by?
The complicated experiences carved deep lines into the corners of my eyes, and I turned around to carve out a flower.
I sang with my bare hands and you played Chopin, but you blinded me. I have been wandering for so long and still don’t want to go home. Because you are not at home, I will never have a home. I am not afraid of letting you hear the rumors that linger late into the night, nor are I afraid of letting the whole world hear them. I'm afraid you'll hear it and believe it. As long as you have a scene in your heart, there will be no path filled with the fragrance of flowers. In those prosperous years that never come to an end, a flower that will last forever blooms. In the next life I will come back to pawn you, and in the next life I will come back to make a blood alliance with you. I love you, give you all the beauty of my life, and then exit, letting the kaleidoscope shine in your eyes. The flowers blooming from the rose have no fragrance. They miss a person or a hurt, and they don’t shed tears or speak. On the right side of happiness, there is desolation. Always doing two repetitive things, loving him and protecting him. Shh, my injury just fell asleep. In the next city, all the lights were turned off. Your sunset, my face, whose third year. The dance swaying on the tip of the pen is the strongest flash of red under the spotlight. I watched the sunset along the coast, hugged a pillow that made me sleepy, and couldn't swim out of memories but couldn't learn to let go or how to walk. Use a match to burn a mirage and use the heavy rain to escape. Hiding in the doomed streets, the smile is so penetrating that it is hard to recover. The hurt city under the eyelashes passes through whose scenery and whose heart. The light-colored silence of the pawn, you opened a purchase shop, and the forgotten skylight is waiting for you. The spell kissed by the witch came from the sky, the wet oath left the scene dripping, I sat on the sea to mend a net, and you sang on the seabed covered with stars and moon.
Waiting for a person or a story. Swimming through a world, experiencing life and death. That song about us, who did you sing the ending to. The gorgeous erotic lines in your palm are entangled into whose city there is laughter and joy. Write love as an immortal legend of soldiers approaching the city. Then, will you brave the ice and snow to rush here
5. Poems describing dimples
The face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the color is like the spring dawn. The flower, the hair on the temples is like a knife cut, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves. Although angry, sometimes it seems to smile, even when it is angry, it is affectionate. "Shuo Ren" (selected from "The Book of Songs"): The Shuo Ren has a beautiful face, Beautiful clothes.
The son of the Marquis of Qi and the wife of the Marquis of Wei. The sister of Donggong, the aunt of Marquis Xing, and the Duke of Tan are protecting his private interests.
The hands are like catkins, the skin is like condensed fat, the collar is like a cricket grub, the teeth are like gourd rhinoceros, the head is like a moth, the eyebrows are moth-like, the smile is charming, and the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it. Ao Ao, a great scholar, talked about it in the countryside.
The four males are arrogant, and Zhu Kui is indifferent. Zhai Fu came to court.
The official retired early, leaving no work for you. The river is full of water, and the north current is alive.
Shi Jianhao, the tuna hair. Jiaqiao is exposed, the common people are evil, and the common people are guilty.
[Translation] The graceful lady has a slender body, and her cloak covers her brocade clothes; the daughter of the Marquis of Qi is so delicate, she married the Marquis of Wei and came to my hometown. She was born to the same brother as the prince, and was also the sister-in-law of Marquis Xing. Tan Gong was her biological brother-in-law.
Her hands are as white and tender as spring catkins, her skin is as fine and greasy as condensed fat; her neck is as pink and white as grasshopper grubs, and her teeth are as white and straight as melon seeds; her forehead is square, her eyebrows are thin, her smile is intoxicating and beautiful, and her eyes are flowing with affection. The tall and graceful lady is stationed on the outskirts of the city; the four male horses are strong and vigorous, with red silk fluttering on both sides of the horse's bridles, and bird feathers adorning the carriage to go to court; all the officials should leave early, so as not to overwork the monarch.
The water of the Yellow River is powerful, rushing to the north; the fishing nets are thrown out and whirring, the tuna jumps and splashes, and the reeds are dense and tall. The dowry woman is beautifully dressed, and the concubine is heroic and tall. Among them, "蓓头娥梅" is a wonderful phrase to describe a woman's beautiful eyebrows.
"Resentment" Li Bai The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deep with frowning eyebrows. But seeing wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.
"Song of Everlasting Regret" by Bai Juyi The emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, where the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and they are born in a poor and glorious family.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to move forward. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the jade-winged golden bird is scratching its head.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rainy night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu, who is still hesitant and unable to go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no empty space for jade faces. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are still the same, with Taiye hibiscus and young willows. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this?
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old. In the evening hall, fireflies fly and think quietly, and the solitary lamp is exhausted before they fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After many years of separation, my soul never came to dream. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.
In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knock on the jade fan in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and convert the little jade to the other side to get a double success. Hearing that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pillows, beads and silver screens spread out. The bun in the clouds is half fresh, and the flower crown is not neat.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the golden hairpins are sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin to form a fan, break the gold hairpin into two halves. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
"The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows" I saw a girl wearing a light green shirt, walking out of the temple quickly, but I saw her eyebrows were curved, her small nose was slightly upturned, and her face was like She was white jade, with a beautiful face, and her clothes were not very luxurious. There was only a string of pearls hanging around her neck, which gave off a faint halo, making her even more pink and jade-like. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw the girl's face was crystal clear. , her skin is as smooth as snow, her oval face has a small dimple, and she is slightly shy. But seeing that she is delicate and charming, with a radiant face, she is really a beautiful woman. She is only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a graceful figure. I saw that she was as beautiful as a pearl and jade, pure and flawless. This girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing emerald green clothes. She had snow-white skin and a pretty and cute face. I saw that the girl was slim and slim, with goose fat on her face. The lips are like cherry blossoms, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the look is like autumn water, indescribably soft and delicate, and the emerald green skirt looks particularly eye-catching and fresh in the turbid rain, like rain hitting green lotus, and thin mist on the lonely mountain , indescribably ethereal and light, the laughter came, adding an indescribable emotion to people. He turned around and saw her holding the table with her left hand, standing behind her, holding a handle in her right hand. The flying knife is held with a white blade in its slender fingers, like a branch of flowers. Her handsome eyes are shining, her lips are smiling, and she raises her hand to kill the enemy, as if nothing has happened. She is indescribably charming and delightful. The girl's beauty reveals a sense of heroism and brilliance. It shines on people, it is really as beautiful as spring plum blossoms blooming in the snow, and the spirit is like autumn husk covered with frost, the cheeks are melting, the clouds reflect the clear pond, the eyes are crystal clear, the moon shines on the cold river. She is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a dagger on her waist and a long She has drooping shoulders, a goose-yellow shirt, and a gold-embroidered cap with a long emerald feather stuck to the edge of the cap. She wears leather shoes and a green horse. The girl's head is so beautiful and picturesque that it stands out among the flowers and trees, green.