《太平广记·卷四百八十八·杂传记》
低头时像蝉翼似的发髻微微颤动，回来的时候，脚上落了一层灰尘。
低鬟蝉影动，回步玉尘蒙。
When she lowered her head, her hair bun, fine as a cicada's wing, trembled ever so slightly. When she came back, there was a layer of dust on her feet.