Precious jewelry in classical poetry

Through the millennium, you look for the mysterious mottled jewellery from ancient poetry, and open it, and the ancient Angkor winds bring the history of agarwood. Open the volume of the treasure, the thick ink locks the green. At that time, the clouds were light, the wind was clear, the flowers were good, the moon was full, the people were beautiful, and the love was strong... It was the pearl that had never been dusted by the years, and it was the most precious priceless treasure in the world.

This summer afternoon on July 7, 2011. The fashion editor in the office, Jackie, is discussing with you how to stack a necklace, a stack of bracelets, and a stack of rings. For example, if you wear a white shirt-style short-sleeved dress, you can put a platinum short necklace and an emerald pendant. The medium and long necklaces also have a long necklace of colorful beaded pendants that are stacked with different layers of material and different lengths. You can put a jade bracelet, a thin gold bracelet and a twisted Thai silver bracelet. Stacked together...

At this moment, the "Tang Tang Poetry" spread out on the table was just opened by the wind.

(Tang) Wang Jian "Opening the Pool to Get Old"

The beauty opened under the pool in the north hall, and the treasures were unfinished. The phoenix is ​​half-baked in the same place, and the yellow flowers are born in the flowers. ......

It can be seen that in the future, the husband will be stunned. ......

The Tang Meiren in the poem, when he was working on a small project in the courtyard, had an ancient pipa, apparently the ornaments left by the predecessors. Wipe off the dirt, but see that the golden enamel is still shining, the phoenix on the phoenix is ​​still vivid. This beauty took this 钗 mirror to the mirror, thinking about how to comb the hair of a classical beauty in the future, and inserting this golden slant into the shackles, presumably has a kind of quaint charm.

Through the millennium, you continue to look for the mysterious mottled jewellery from the ancient poetry. Open it, the ancient Angkor winds bring the history of the agarwood to the surface, you see the heart of a generation of covenant Nalan Rongruo, He carefully and cherished the one that was in the ink mark and the deep and the one.

(Qing) Nalan Rongruo "Reduce Magnolia"

Meet each other, a hibiscus with autumn rain. Small dizzy red tide, slanting heart is only Cuiqiao.

Waiting for the low call, straightforward to see people. I want to appeal to my heart and turn back to the bar.

She is the cousin of Rong Ruo and his first love lover. It was a love that made him dream of a short life. Helpless, she was elected to the palace, but he was a close guard of the emperor, but he could only look at her from a distance and could not stand. In her eyes, she is like a beautiful hibiscus in full bloom in the rain. Because she is afraid of being seen by the people in the palace, she dares not to stay for a long time. She dares not talk, and even talks about kissing and hugging. She was wearing a cloud-like hair with a familiar Cuiqiao, and when she was about to disappear at the end of the cloister, she took off a jade from the hairline and slammed the bamboo bar as a response to his attention. ......

Lotus Leaf Cup

Curtains are falling like snow, smoke moon, who is in Xiaohong Pavilion? The jade smashed the bamboo and heard the sound, and the wind and shadow were slightly different.

Turning into a colorful cloud, where? Do not separate the pillow. One will be chilling. The heart is broken this year.

It was written on the same day that I was far from my sweetheart, or the beautiful messenger of the messenger. Smoke month, red pavilion, jade people, the world. She unplugged the jade from the hair and tapped the crisp sound of the bamboo, which is still ringing in his ear.

Lotus Leaf Cup

Who is the confidant? Already. Win the mistakes of his life. Feelings of love are ruthless, and there is no doubt in words.

Mo Daofang is easy to move, pilgrimage. Cherish the flowers. For the Iraqi point to come back, rain and wash the will.

She is a lover and confidant who lives in his heart. Now the Iraqis go, the building is empty, and the heart is empty. The disciples are sad and hateful. Dredging drizzle, wet the Yi people's cockroaches left in the memory of the grass. When you think about things, you will be cherished, and you will have to spend a lot of time, and then continue to live...

Open the volume of the treasure, the thick ink locks the green. The ink marks that have never been old, have fixed the scene that has never faded. At that time, the clouds were light, the wind was clear, the flowers were good, the full moon, the people were beautiful, and the love was strong. Let the thoughts return to reality from history, ah, you clearly have the pearl that has not been dusted by the years, it is the most precious priceless treasure in the world.