懒起画蛾眉,弄妆梳洗迟。我细细地品味着这诗句中的每一个字,抑扬的轻音在唇齿间反复地回旋。画眉该是世间最优雅的动作吧。只有女子,才能怀着雅致的心情,迎着疏懒的阳光,对着华美的妆台,左顾、右盼、低头、抬手……在自己凝脂般白嫩的肌肤上执笔细描,想必一定有些不忍,却又有些期待。新的一天又来了!画出怎样的眉,才能对得起窗外 Lazy painted moth eyebrows, make-up grooming wash late. I delicately taste every word in this poem, and the whiff of melancholy repeatedly kicks between my teeth. Thrill should be the most elegant action in the world. Only a woman, with elegant mood, facing the lazy sunshine, facing the gorgeous dresser, looked around, looked forward, bow, raise his hand ... ... in their creamy skin tender and delicate skin, must have some Can not bear, but some look forward to. The new day has come again! Draw what kind of eyebrow, can afford the window