Both men and women used it in ancient times, and now it refers to women's skirts. Women in China have a long history of wearing skirts. Since the Han Dynasty, there have been written records that women wear skirts. In the Western Han Dynasty, a kind of "fairy skirt" folded into many folds was popular. Red yarn double skirts and single yarn double skirts were popular in Jin Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, women generally wore red skirts, and Bai Juyi had "blood and wine stains on her skirt" (Pipa); At the end of Yuan Dynasty, women were interested in plain skirts. In the Ming Dynasty, pleated long skirts were popular, mainly in red. There are many kinds of skirts in Qing Dynasty. Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions mentioned red squirrel leather skirt, green yellow silk cotton skirt, jade flower and ocean wrinkled skirt. Modern skirts are more diverse in style. The difference of skirt length will bring about the change of feeling. For example, short skirts can make people feel relaxed and lively, while long skirts can make people quiet and steady. In terms of skirt style, flared skirts can be shorter, because flared skirts will naturally droop and cover the thighs when sitting down. Tight skirts are longer, and they will shrink when you sit down.
2. Translate China's ancient dance skirt into a warm golden wind, and draw a picture of a beam, and the willows fly outside the door, still worried about Joe (850? ~920? ) five pronouns.
The word Song Qing, the word Tuofeng. Longxi (now Gansu) people.
The grandson of Tang Wenzong's Prime Minister Niu Sengru. Xuanzong was a scholar for five years (878), and he was Shang Shulang.
Wang Jian used our time to make Shuzhen a judge. In the fourth year of mourning for the emperor (907), Wang Jian proclaimed himself emperor and paid homage to this matter.
Niu Qiao is knowledgeable and versatile, and is famous for his songs and poems. At that time, he called himself Mu Changge, and his poems were often imitated. He is good at writing poems, and his words are brilliant and beautiful, such as The Female Crown, Jinjiang Smoke and Water, Ying Tianchang, Jade House in Spring Looking Clear and Smoke Extinguishing, Bodhisattva Man, Yuchai Spring Urgent, etc. Compared with Wen in content and style.
There are also a few works, such as Ding Xifan, Zi Yue, Jiang, County Flying East, etc., which have a clear purpose and are handsome. Niu Qiao was also the first poet to write about things.
His two poems "Mud Swallow" and "Red Embroidered Quilt" chanted "Swallow" and "Yuanyang", which had a certain influence on the development of later poetry. There are 32 words in Huajianji and Tang Wu Pronouns.
For the deeds, see Niu Qiao-Bodhisattva Xia in the Spring and Autumn Period of Ten Kingdoms. Time: Tang Author: Niu Qiao-Bodhisattva Xia. Content: The dance skirt is fragrant and warm, and the painted beams are full of surprises. Outside, willow flies, and Yu Lang hasn't come back yet.
Sorrow even tears, eyebrows cut spring mountains and green. The days are very long in spring in Liaoyang, Jinping.
Where Liu Hua flies, the warblers are ringing, and cars stand on the streets in spring. Jinfeng's small curtain was opened, and her face was full of waves and hatred.
It's hard to dream in a brothel tonight. If you win a sorrow, who will be together in the end?
Hosta is in a hurry in spring, and red apricots are crying. Looking at you upstairs, the window is bright and clean, and the rain has cleared up.
Smokers cover themselves with green quilts and embroider mandarin ducks to sleep. Where there are no acquaintances, I envy his first thrush.
The painting screen overlaps with Wu, and the Chu God still has the meaning of cloud. I feel deeply sorry for him every morning and evening.
Romantic today is separated from ancient times, and Qutang is empty. Mountains and moons shine on mountains and flowers, and dreams return to light and shadow.
The wind curtain swallows birds and sings willows, and the dresser lowers its hand. A heavy bun, a red peony hairpin.
In front of the door, cheerful guests, white horses hiss spring scenery. Therefore, if you fall into the golden whip, you will wear it later.
Goldfinches fly on the Lv Yun and frown at the thin smoke in spring. Cover the fragrant pavilion with hibiscus, and draw a few heavy Pingshan mountains.
The cold weather outside the window is about to dawn, and it is still concentric chicory. Tickle powder? Are you close? Stone mountain is stable? Jade stove, ice basket, mandarin duck brocade, powder, incense, sweat, mountain pillow.
Outside the curtain, the pulley sounded and the eyebrows smiled. Liu Yin is misty, with low temples and cicadas.
You must fool around all your life and do your best today. About the author: Niu Qiao (the year of birth and death is unknown), a native of Longxi (present-day western Gansu), is the grandson of Niu Sengru of Emperor Taizong.
In the first year of Ganfu's reign, he was a scholar, and he successively picked up and supplemented it. After Wang Jianli went to Shu, Niu Qiao was appointed as a judge and given a secondary vocational position, so later generations also called it "Niu gave the post".
Niu Qiao is a knowledgeable and talented poet of Li He, especially famous for his poems. There are three volumes in the original collection of songs, which will not be told. Note: Yu Lang is a nickname for men.
Cui: Turquoise is green. Fingers and eyebrows are beautifully decorated.
Appreciate the fallen flowers, catkins in the wind, whispering about Shuang Yan and disturbing dreams. This annoying spring scenery makes people sad.
This poem describes the scenery, delicate, soft and colorful, and shows the style of five pronouns in the late Tang Dynasty. Selected Poems of Zhang Huiyan and Zhang Huiyan: Niu Qiao's Bodhisattva Man is beautifully written.
The following sentence "dream" is purely a dream, and its composition is like "Song of Xizhou". Yu Biyun's Selected Interpretation of Song Ci in Tang and Five Dynasties: At the end of Tang and Five Dynasties, China was disturbed by the clouds and worried by the times. In the meantime, Lu Chen doesn't welcome talking about it, but uses slang to make himself miserable.
This word is similar to that in Wen Feiqing's Bodhisattva Man. It's a pity for the scholar and your country.
Tang Guizhang's Brief Interpretation of Tang and Song Ci: The first sentence describes the prosperity of clothes, and the second sentence expresses the dream of beauty. The following words wake up and stare, Liu Hua flies around, so I remember that people from afar have not returned.
If you change your head and barely wash your face, it will be difficult to release your mind. "Where" two sentences, the more I think about people in the distance, the more I miss them; Acacia has no me, so spring is twice as long.
Voice for frustration, self-realization. Chen Tingzhuo's "Elegant Collection" Volume 1: Beautiful and elegant.
Xu Zhuang's Random Notes on Xu Zhuang: The whole poem is beautiful and moving. .
3. What are the four words of skirt?
Clothes and feathers refer to clothes and feathers, which describe women's beautiful clothes and clumsy posture. In ancient times, dress refers to the lower skirt, neon is a blue-red rainbow, and dress refers to a blue-red skirt. Legend has it that Yang Guifei often entertains Xuanzong with clothes and feathers and dances gracefully.
Exquisite:
It is a metaphor for girls wearing gorgeous clothes, or beautiful and gorgeous things, fluttering in the wind like flowers.
Cloth skirt Chai Jing:
A skirt made of coarse cloth and a hairpin made of Vitex negundo. Describe the frugality of women's clothing in poor families in the old society.
Jinyi embroidered coat:
Brocade: Silk with colorful patterns. Gorgeous clothes.
Yi Xiang Dian Ying:
Describe women's gorgeous clothes (especially in crowded places). Borrow a woman
4. the seventh white skirt reading answer the seventh white skirt
The six girls in the dormitory with Wantong are all city dwellers. Needless to say, Wan comes from the countryside. One day in early summer, my roommate Wen Ya bought a white dress from the street. Several girls gathered around, pinching around, trying to try it on, and the sound of admiration was endless. Finally, it was agreed that everyone in their dormitory should buy a skirt like this. Think about it, seven pure and beautiful freshman girls, wearing the same white skirt, walking on campus, afraid to set off a big storm! They asked Wan for advice. Wan raised his eyes, smiled unnaturally and made no decision. Two weeks later, six such white skirts appeared in the dormitory. The only way out is rustic clothes. They urged you to write home for money quickly. Write or not write? Wan's heart is very contradictory. She knows the situation at home, and her parents have been heavily in debt for her college education. A 180 yuan skirt may not be high-end, but what does this figure mean to a poor family? I can't bear to ask my parents for money when I think of their tired figure. But Wan really wants a white skirt like that. God gave her a beautiful face and a slim figure. As long as she dresses up a little, she will stand out at once.
I received a letter from home before the letter was posted. Father said that in order to let Wan finish college, he planned to let her brother drop out of school and go out to work to supplement his family. Wan tore up the letter she had just written, and then wrote it again. She told her father that she would keep my brother in school anyway, and that she didn't spend much money here, and she wouldn't get a scholarship in the future.
The letter went into the mailbox with a bang, and the dream about a white skirt sank to the bottom of the sea with a bang.
I couldn't sleep that night Wen Ya in the upper berth turned over in her sleep, and her white skirt floated down. Pick it up gently, and the soft cloth is as smooth as silk. She rubbed it on her face. She suddenly wanted to try it on, even for a short time, and she was satisfied. This desire drove her to get up quietly and put the skirt on her body. She looked around in the moonlight, very surprised and nervous. She wanted to walk around the house, but she was afraid of waking them up, so she crept out of the dormitory.
The campus is empty, the moonlight pours on the lawn like water, and the Chinese rose flowers bloom shyly. Wan walked through the red paint corridor and bypassed the flower bed. The skirt with flounces fluttered at her feet. Tonight, Wan is patrolling Chang 'e in the Moon Palace. Wan Xiang, it is time for her to go back. She dare not expect too much happiness. Only this moment is enough. Wan gently went upstairs with a skirt, and gently opened the door. ...
Suddenly, the light came on with a bang. "You are so late ..." Wen Ya only finished half. Everyone woke up and looked at Wan like a fool. Wan only felt a "buzz" in his head, and then there was a blank. Yavin reacted quickly, reached out and put out the light, and they all fell asleep quietly again. The room was dead again, and I stood in the middle with my eyes closed. At that moment, I knew what is seamless. For a long time, Wan went to the bed, calmly took off his skirt, folded it and put it on Yavin's pillow. Then she got into the quilt and covered her head, letting the tears flow freely.
The next day, Wen Ya and others seemed to be discussing this matter. They all quietly hid their white skirts and put on their usual clothes. Since then, Wan, who was already lonely, has become even more lonely. She goes out early and comes back late every day. She walked in a hurry with her head down. She spent the day in the library and sneaked back to the dormitory after turning off the lights at night. It's hard to say a word all day She is hostile to everyone and always feels that they are laughing at herself. Wan Xiang: Maybe I shouldn't be here. I am like a corn in the garden, standing there alone, feeling inferior and sorry for myself. Wan even thought about dropping out of school. However, one thing moved Wan: during this time, no one in the dormitory ever wore a white skirt.
More than a month later, on that Sunday, I went to play in the street with other people, and Wan stayed in the library all day as usual. At night, she sat alone beside the flower bed, holding her cheeks in her hands and letting her thoughts flow with the moonlight. This day is her 19 birthday. When I went back, there was no light in the dormitory, so they must have all slept. Open the door quietly and enter the room. Suddenly, a fire lit a red candle. Six girls in white dresses sat around the table, looking at elegant smiles. There is a small box of exquisite cakes on the table. Wen Ya came over and handed her a beautifully wrapped paper box and said, "Happy birthday!" Wan leng for a long time, only with trembling hands untied the red ribbon and opened it. That is a white skirt exactly like theirs.
It turns out that in the past month or so, they have sacrificed all their spare time. Two of them went to the canteen to clean, three went to the canteen at the school gate to do odd jobs, and Wen Ya found a tutor. After such a hard month, I actually earned more than 300. What is omnipotent talking about? She can't say anything. All the troubles are just her inferiority complex. Put a white skirt on your face and let the tears soak. ...
With the seventh white skirt in the dormitory, there is another beautiful scenery on campus. After that, the seven of them participated in various collective activities together and earned some meager income outside school. In the four years of college, Wan never wore a decent dress except that white skirt, but she never felt inferior because of it. She used to wear rustic clothes to participate in the school speech contest and won the ranking; Once I danced with the most handsome boy in the department in my mother's handmade cloth shoes. No one has ever overlooked her beauty because of her clothes.
5. The ancient prose describing the ugliness of women holds a nest of silk, and the crow's temples are thick with coal black; Three-inch powder pile face, peach swallow wide with red. Wu Congcong has two heavy eyebrows, a pair of strange eyes, beaded earrings and a gold bracelet. Wearing a fish-belly white silk shirt with two strong breasts hanging on her chest; Tie a silver gauze skirt out of the oven and drag a pair of rowing boats across your feet. Willow eyebrows stand upright, just like Luo Cha's westward journey; The star's eyes are wide open, but it is a hag leaving the North Sea.
Face like litchi, eyes like round eyes. Feet like yam with hairy roots, hands like bamboo shoots in Jianzhou. If you have taro on your head, your ears are like wind chimes with shells. Mouth like vomit, lips like lips, nose like sea powder.
Hair is fluffy, close to eyes, with needle and thread. The black paint on the neck is three minutes thick, and the sandals under the feet are one and a half feet long. My voice is hoarse, my mouth is crooked and my face is crooked. I wear one and hang one, and I am hungry all over. Ragged clothes, stained with oil, long trouser legs and short skirt waist make you tremble when walking in front of people. From a distance, it looks like a three-inch nail, and from a close look it looks like black charcoal. He is over sixty years old and hasn't met anyone yet.
The dough is indigo blue and the powder is Qing Wu. Lips are iron and purple like fat. Sparse, cicadas on both sides, half black and half yellow; Kick, kick, pull your feet, regardless of gender. Eyes wide open, broomstick half high; Willow eyebrows stand upright, and water willows hang obliquely on the bank. What's more, he is as bold as a cavity, and then he makes a broken gong sound. Everyone is talking about tea. Everyone is called Gui Mu.
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