唐·李白《清平调·其一》

云想衣裳花想容，
春风拂槛露华浓。
若非群玉山头见，
会向瑶台月下逢。

The Beautiful Lady Yang

Her robe is like the cloud, her face a flower sweet;
When the spring breeze leans on the rail, the peony’s dew-dyed.
If not the Fairy Queen on the Jade Mountain proud,
She’d be the Moon Goddess under the moonlight cold.