What were the poems that described " a woman's voice is pleasant "?

Here are some poems that describe a woman's pleasant voice: The clear sound comes out of the eaves when the autumn flowers fall. Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" 2. The swallows and orioles sing, and the flowing water and clouds drift. Song·Su Shi's "Water Melody" 3. The sound of the zither is innocent and the fragrance of laurel is lonely. Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" 4. The clear water of the jade pot is like a mountain. Song·Lu You's "Night Moored at Niu Zhu Recalling the Past" Five sounds like a yellow bell turning more and more divisions. Song·Su Shi's Ode to the Red Cliff 6. The pear blossom wind is clear and bright, and the wanderer is out of the city in the middle of spring. Song·Wang Anshi's Boat Moored in Guazhou A sigh filled the room with sadness. Song·Li Qingzhao's "Dreamlike Order" 8 Listen carefully to the clear light of the zither. Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's Night Moored by Niu Zhu, Recalling the Past 9. Her voice was clear and beautiful. Song·Su Shi's Ode to the Red Cliff 10 sounds like flying flowers and beautiful flowers. Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's Night Moored by Niu Zhu, Recalling the Past

The following was a poem describing the young man's voice: The clear and crisp voice of a youth. The clear and pleasant voice of a young man. The voice of a young man was as pleasant as a clear spring. The melodious voice of a young man sounded like a song. The deep and melodious voice of a young man. The loud and powerful voice of a young man exploded like a firecracker. The gentle and pleasant voice of a young man was like a lingering drizzle. The mellow and deep voice of a youth. The hoarse and powerful voice of a young man was like the rustling of the desert. 10. A young boy's voice that was as tender and fresh as a baby's cry.

Alright, here are some poems that describe a woman's beautiful voice: The melodious sound was like the tinkling of a clear spring. The crisp and pleasant voice was as melodious as the morning bell and evening drum. 3. A gentle and pleasant voice, gentle and considerate like the spring breeze and drizzle. Her voice was melodious and intoxicating. The voice was as beautiful as the sound of a zither. The sound was as clear and pleasant as the chirping of birds. The voice was loud and clear, as clear as a bell. Her voice was gentle and sweet, as if she was singing. The voice was as soft as flowing water. 10's voice was as melodious as music.

Alright, here are some poems that describe a woman's beautiful voice: 1. The breeze blows and the drizzle falls. The voice of a woman is heard. Dream of the Red Chamber A low moan drifted over like a wisp of a ghost, tactful and pleasant to the ear. Song·Su Shi's "Sapphire Case·Yuan Xi" 3. Her voice was as melodious as a song and as dreamy as a dream. Qing·Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand" 4. The soft voice was as pleasant as flowing water. Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" 5. The voice was gentle and beautiful, like the sound of a musical instrument, harmonious and pleasant to the ear. Tang·Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" 6. The sound was as clear as the chirping of birds and as pleasant as the chirping of cicadas. Tang·Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower" The voice of a woman is as melodious as the sound of a zither and flute. Tang·Li Bai's Silent Night Thoughts 8. The voice was as pleasant as the jingling of a clear spring. Song·Xin Qiji's Sapphire Case·Yuan Xi The female voice was crisp and melodious, like a dreamy drizzle outside the bead curtain. Song·Lu You's "The Phoenix with the Head of a Dragon, The Feelings of the World" The voice was melodious and pleasant, like a piece of beautiful music that intoxicated people. Song·Su Shi's "Sapphire Case·Yuan Xi"

There were many poems that described a woman's beautiful voice. The following were some classic ones: The breeze caresses the face, swallows return, oh, whispers like silk, singing like tears. The sad strings of the farewell song of Yao Qin are played like resentment, admiration, tears and complaints. 3. Even a beautiful woman can't beat years flow like water. Her voice was gentle and dreamy. Beaded curtains roll up, singing, beautiful like flowers, smiling like flowers. The clear waves rippled, and the sound of the zither was melodious like a song, like a dream, like a cry. The above poems all described the beauty and melodious voice of a woman.

There were many ancient sentences describing the sweet voice of a woman. The following are some common examples: The woman's voice was as clear and melodious as a pearl. The woman's voice was gentle and beautiful, like the sound of nature, intoxicating. The voice was as soft as a baby's cry, making one feel pity for it. The voice was as melodious as a piece of music. The voice was crisp and pleasant like the chirping of birds and cicadas, making people feel relaxed and happy. Her voice was soft and pleasant, like the gurgling of flowing water. The voice was sweet and moving, like a flower smiling and intoxicating. Tears fell on the strings of the zither. The woman's voice was gentle and beautiful, like the sound of a clear spring, intoxicating. The voice was gentle and gentle like a breeze, making people feel relaxed and happy. The woman's voice was as clear and melodious as pearls and jade.

Guzheng was a very beautiful instrument that was often used to describe the elegant and tactful playing style of women. The following are some poems describing the elegance of a woman playing the guzheng: The sound of the strings was as soft as flowing water. The woman played the zither elegantly like a fairy. Her fingers gently tapped the strings of the zither. The woman's posture was as noble as a blooming flower. 3. The sound of the zither was melodious and pleasant. The woman played the zither gently and smoothly, making people intoxicated. The sound of the zither was like a song. The woman played the zither affectionately and it was heart-wrenching. The melodious sound of the zither was so elegant that it was amazing. The sound of the guzheng was sonorous and powerful. The woman's passion for playing the guzheng was overflowing, making people excited. 7 fingers tapping the strings, jumping, the woman's skill in playing the zither was admirable. The sound of the zither was melodious, and the woman's zither was beautiful and moving, intoxicating. The sound of the zither was crisp and pleasant. The woman played the zither agilely and naturally made people appreciate it. 10. The woman's elegance and generosity in playing the zither were beyond praise.

The following are some poems that describe the love between a man and a woman: 1."Sapphire Case·Yuanxi" from "Song of Everlasting Sorrow": the east wind at night releases flowers on thousands of trees. The wind blows down again, And the stars fall like rain. the road is filled with the fragrance of carved wagons and precious horses. The sound of phoenix and flute moves the light of the kettle, and the dragon and fish dance all night long. Moths and snow willows, golden threads. The sweet laughter faded away. I've searched for him a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly I look back, but that person is in the waning lights. 2."Lifetime Mistake" in "Dream of the Red Chamber": All my life I've been wrong, all my life I've been wrong, all my life I've been wrong. The pear blossoms in the rain closed the building, forgetting the youth and delaying it. 3 Legend of Wukong in Journey to the West: White Bone Demon. An unpardonable female monster. In order to get the flesh of Tang Sanzang, he did not hesitate to use tricks to seduce Tang Sanzang and his disciples. In the end, in order to save Tang Sanzang, she fought with Sun Wukong and committed suicide. 4."Peach Blossom Fan·Feelings of the World" in "Water Margins": The world's feelings are thin, human feelings are evil, the rain sends the evening flowers easy to fall. The morning breeze drips away tears, I want to write a letter, my heart is sad, I speak alone. People become different, today is not yesterday, sick soul often like swing rope. The sound of the horn in the cold night is waning, afraid of people asking, swallowing tears pretending to be happy. Conceal, conceal, conceal.

There were many poems that described "a boudoir woman who never leaves home", such as: - Women in boudoirs are chaste and well-behaved. The Book of Songs - A woman in a boudoir has her eyebrows arched. Poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty,"Qing Ping Diao, Part One" - The boudoir girl sits under the shade of flowers. Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" - A woman in a boudoir is idle in the rain. Song Dynasty poet Lu You's Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake - A woman in her twenties. Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Presented to Wei Eight Chushi" - Women in boudoirs marry their husbands. Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower" These poems all depicted the scene of women in purdah doing housework at home, and also showed respect and attention to women's identity and status.

There are many poems of youth. The following are some classic examples: Youth is the spring of life, the blooming and radiance of life. The young man's face was as beautiful as a flower. The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. I love to rise to the upper floor, and I write new poems to express my sorrow. The young man listened to the song of rain, and the red candle on the upper floor dimmed the curtain. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. The young man listened to the song of rain, and the red candle on the upper floor darkened the tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. The youth's face was as beautiful as a flower. The young girl's face has been like a painting since her youth. Seven teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. Eight teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. Nine teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always merciless, I want to buy osmanthus flowers with wine, not like a young tour.