1. What are the poems containing "qianqian"
1. Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but they can make the grass more qianqian.
The internal officials first gave Qingming fire, and the prime minister divided the money among them. ——Tang Wei Zhuang's "Chang'an Qingming".
2. There are poplars and grasses, and the atmosphere is as clear and deep as the sky.
The pen becomes a parrot poem, and the orange spring is used to wash flowers and beards.
Shang Yu was able to avoid the world on the same day, and Wei Qu must have a good year at the right time.
I'm afraid that I won't be able to get enough of my strength, and I will be dragged away by my talent while I'm drunk. ——Fang Qian of the Tang Dynasty, "Gift to the Virgin of the King of Zhongyan"
3. The stream in front of the Nongshui Pavilion is dancing with green silk. The grass on the mat is lush and the purple orchid peaks are dense.
Chi Pan got the situation and flew like a house. One mirror reflects the winding embankment, and thousands of pills dance in the heavy rain. ——Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Chizhou Nongshui Pavilion"
4. The south wind blows the grass, and the wonderful sound returns to the clear strings.
The teachings of swaying come from nature, and the transformation of Xixi comes from my complete Tao. ——Zhang Sheng of the Song Dynasty, "Meng Shun Plays the Qin Song"
5. The wheatgrass is so vigorous that it makes people sleep well during the day. On the ridge of clouds and clouds, the ape and bird get out of bed.
Yan Zi Fang Dun Xing, Zhi Lang lived in Zen for a long time. Farewell to Zhonglin for a while, it's been about 10 years. ——Li Duan, Tang Dynasty, "Ji Changdang" 2. Poems about Qianqian
"Zen Master Xibao Arrives from Longshan"
Era: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
< p> When the sun sets in my former residence, the spring grass will bloom. Still facing the moon in the mountains, who can listen to the spring on the stone?The sound of apes tells us about the night, and the flowers and hair tell us about the passing years. The stick and tin go around leisurely and have no intention of meditating everywhere.
"Ji Changdang"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Duan
The wheat grass is green and secluded, making people sleep well during the day. On the ridge of clouds and clouds, the ape and bird get out of bed.
Yan Zi Fang Dun Xing, Zhi Lang lived in Zen for a long time. Farewell to Zhonglin for a while, it's been about 10 years.
"Hua Tang Chun·The lake light rides on the rain and the sky is green"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Changqing
The lake light rides on the rain and the sky is blue. Around the embankment, the grass is bright and green. The dancing willows are about to tear apart. The green smoke rises Yiyi
I am still a guest in the spring breeze, and I am grateful for the beauty of the flowers in time and space. In the cold pavilion at dusk among the blue clouds. The sleeves are stained.
"Spring Wild Journey"
Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun
The rain rises and the golden embankment of the West Pond slopes, and the green grass sprouts in the clear sky.
The wild shore is bright with mountain peony, and the paddy fields are called clam toads.
There are waves and rhombus vines in the mirror, and willow flowers are floating in the wind on the street.
What's the point of being a guest in Ruangju River? Luping Fang just doesn't want to go home. 3. Poems or idioms about the word "Qianqian"
〖Inscribed on Nongshui Pavilion in Chizhou〗 Du Mu: The Qixian grass is Qianqian, and the purple misty peaks are five.
〖Meng Shun Playing the Qin Song〗 Zhang Sheng: The south wind blows the grass and leaves, and the wonderful sound returns to the clear strings.
The teachings of swaying come from nature, the transformation of Xixi comes from my complete Tao, how can I spread the fragrance of thinking.
〖Tang Changguan Jade Flowers〗Wu Yuanheng:
The beautiful trees have new jade pistils, and the cave palace is always closed with colorful clouds in spring. At dusk, fallen flowers cover the ground with snow, and flowers are presented to people for nine days.
Launching the boat Huang Tingjian
The general leader of the immortal couple. Together we arrive at Qingyun Qi Road. The breeze is gentle, and I can hear the words of heaven close at hand. All the honors. Look like a dragon
Change, throw the soul shuttle into the wind and rain. A true place to travel. Go to the garden to find spring. The fragrant grass greets you. A few Sheng songs, cherry blossoms
Gathering happily in the peach blossoms. Yao Shang Ju. I wish Yao a long life and his kindness will be hard to live up to. 4. Are there any poems that describe "hands"?
Li He The beauty is combing her hair, Shi Xiaomeng, the gauze tent is cold, and the fragrant servant girl is wearing a bun half sunken with sandalwood.
The sound of the windlass makes a mute sound, and the jade sounds startle from their sleep. Shuangluan opened the mirror and saw the light of autumn water. The servant girl stood in front of the mirror and stood like a bed.
A cloud of fragrant silk scattered on the ground, and the jade hairpin fell silently. The slender hands are the color of old crows, and the hairpins are not covered by the smooth green hairpins.
The rotten spring breeze makes the girl feel carefree, and the eighteen servant girls have no strength. The makeup is straight and the hair is not slanted, and the clouds and robes step on the wild goose sand.
Without saying a word about where to turn, I folded the cherry blossoms at the bottom of the stairs. Qiao Zhizhi Hengchui Quci·Breaking Willows Poor spring willows, climbing and breaking will make your hands delicate in the future.
Concubines rise and fall at the same time, so why should the king's kindness only last long? Du Mu A single willow tree contains smoke, and the wind blows on the ground for a long time.
The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret. Wei Zhuang Wherever the river flows, there is mist and rain, and the Sui Dynasty is full of spring and evening.
The willows are luxuriant in color, painted with radial golden threads, the green flags are high, the fragrant wind blows, and the water shines. The spring makeup at the feet of Qing'e Hall is charming, and in the light clouds, there are charming prostitutes.
Jiangdu Palace, the clear and Huaiyue moon reflects the lost buildings, which brings sorrow to the past and present. Spring evening, the wind is warm, Jincheng is full of flowers.
Killing tourists crazily, looking for victory with jade whip and golden belt, rushing through the dust, cherishing the good time. The green moths are vying for wine in Linqiong, their slender hands are brushing the tamarisk trees on their faces.
When I returned, there were bells and drums in the smoke, it was dusk, and I was in ecstasy. Jinpu, spring girl, embroidered clothes with golden threads.
The fog is thin and the clouds are light, the flowers are deep and the willows are dark, the season is Qingming, and the rain has begun to clear.
The soul of the jade whip breaks through the hazy road, the orioles are talking, and I look at the rain in Wushan.
The fragrant dust is hidden, looking at the red building on the green sill, the black eyebrows are sad. Yang Juyuan's Song of Xianghe·Dadi Song Erba Chanjuan, the girl of the embankment, opened the furnace and faced Jiangzhu.
When entertaining guests, they go upstairs to look at the water and invite guests to roll up the curtains and talk about the flowers. The drizzle wets the lotus leaves, and there are many merchants from Badong hanging sails.
Autobiography: Fragrant wine soaks red sleeves, who adjusts the beauty and makeup back to the green moth. After the sunset, the precious silk lanterns are used to prepare the stove with delicate hands.
The moon is setting, the stars are faintly beating, and the spring breeze is swaying the willow trees in front of the window. Every year on the beach, northerners often know the green cloud servant girl.
Married to Wuling Shao for no reason, and the smoke and waves of parting hurt her beauty. Fairy He Ningtian is dressed in a willow-colored shirt with a golden phoenix, and she is lightly picking up red beans with her slender hands.
The two green moths are in love, the peach blossom cave, the dream of Yaotai, who is responsible for the sorrow of spring. The entrance of the cave is red with spring blossoms, and the fairy has a sad look on her face.
Why doesn’t Ruan Lang come back? Lazy burning gold, lazy seal jade, flowing water and peach blossoms intermittently. Cui Huaibao recalls his life wish in Jiangnan and wishes to play the zheng for fun.
When you get close to a beautiful woman, her slender hands will let out a sweet voice on her skirt. Even death is an honor.
The eldest grandson Zuofu's poems and poems are blown across the mountains. The moon in Guanshan is still very sad, and many garrison passengers are leaving. Where is the saddest place? Seeing the autumn moon over the mountains.
What happened to Guan Yue? The origins are far and near. It starts through Xuantusai and ends around Bailang River.
Suddenly I remembered the woman from Qinlou, and the flowing light should be there. I already have eyebrows, but I still know how to hold my delicate hands.
Last year, we took photos of each other, and we joined together. Tonight, the photos are independent, and Gu Ying is alone.
The afterglow is gradually setting in the west, and every night seems like yesterday. I would like to ask how reflecting the flag is like mirroring the curtain.
At dawn, the wind is sad, and the wild geese are frightened and do not fly. When will we finish the garrison and return to the middle of the month?
Qiao Zhizhi It’s a pity to break a willow in spring, but you will lose your hands after climbing it. Concubines rise and fall at the same time, why should the king's kindness only last long?
Niu Qiao The Bodhisattva dances wildly in her skirt. The fragrant golden mud phoenix warms the air. The painted Liang Yuyan is frightened and dreaming. Willows and flowers are flying outside the door, but the jade man has not returned yet.
Red and pink tears are shed by sorrow, and the eyebrows are cut into spring mountains and green. Where is Liaoyang, Jinping has long spring days.
Where the willow flowers are flying, the orioles are singing urgently, and the spring scenery is fragrant and the cars are standing on the clear streets. The small golden phoenix curtain opens, showing anger and hatred.
To pursue your dreams tonight, it’s hard to go to a brothel. Win a battle of sorrow, who will end up together?
The jade hairpin moves in the wind and the spring flags rush, and the red apricot branches weep in the smoke. Looking at Qingqing upstairs, the window is cold and the rain is clear.
The smoked stove is covered with green quilts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the embroidered tent. Where do we know each other? I envy him for the first time he draws his eyebrows.
The painting screen overlaps with Wuyang Cui, and the God of Chu still has the intention of moving clouds. I have a deep love for him day and night.
The romance is divided between the present and the past, and I am just a guest in Qutang. The mountain moon shines on the mountain flowers, and the shadows of the lights slant back in my dreams.
Swallows are dancing in the wind curtain, orioles are singing willows, and the dressing table is about slender hands with low temples. The hairpin is in a heavy bun with a branch of red peony.
Guests are enjoying themselves in front of the door, and the white horses are neighing in the spring scenery. Therefore, if you fall into a golden whip, you should see it when you look back.
Gold birds fly on the temples of green clouds, and the green spring smoke is thin on the frowning brows. The fragrant pavilion covers the hibiscus, and the mountains are painted with multiple layers.
It’s cold outside the window and the sky is about to dawn, but we still have the same heart. Crying pink and fluttering Luo Yi, I asked him when he would return.
The jade furnace is made of ice and mandarin duck brocade, and the powder melts incense and sweats on the mountain pillow. There was the sound of a windlass outside the curtain, and I raised my eyebrows and smiled in surprise.
The willow shade is smoky in the desert, and the cicada hairpin falls from the temples. I have to work hard for a lifetime to make you happy today.
He Ning The orioles, brocade cicadas, and fragrant musk navels in He Ning's mountains are lightly draped over flowers and grass in the dawn mist. Gold and red palms fall from the battle between Euchi and Green Clouds.
The star smiles and cuddles up against the clouds, and the gold frown opens against the silver mud. Spring thoughts are half and fragrant, the grass is tender and green.
The silver-character sheng is in a cold tone and the tone is long, while the water-texted mat is cold and the screen is cool. The jade wrist is heavy, the gold arm is light, and the makeup is light.
Several times I tried the fragrance to warm my hands, and once I tasted the red lips of wine. Pretending to use a whisk with a red silk rope, he beat Tanlang.
Du Fu At the beginning of spring, when I was serving a plate of thin lettuce, I suddenly recalled the plum blossom season in the two capitals. The white jade from the high family is displayed on the plate, and the green silk is given by the delicate hand.
Looking at the cold river in Wuxia Gorge, Du Ling is very sad for the distant visitors. I don't know where I will end up, so I'm looking for a piece of paper to write a poem about.
Li Shimin chanted "Wudai" and Chen Shidao went to Belvedere in the early morning and went to the forest at dusk. The branches are temporarily rising, but the trees are still low when they stop.
It’s hard to trust the sun, but it’s hard to be fascinated by the wind. Just wait for your slender hands to sing at night.
Cen Shen, General Yumenguan Gai, General Ge Gai, a true husband. When he was thirty years old, he was King Wu. He was seven feet long and had a beard.
Yumenguan City is far away and lonely, with thousands of miles of yellow sand and white grass drying up. Quanrong is adjacent to Hu in the south and Hu in the north, so be prepared for the general's arrival.
The five thousand armored soldiers are brave and courageous. There is nothing to do in the army but they are having fun. The warm house is decorated with embroidered curtains and red floor stoves, and the wall clothes are woven with floral patterns.
In front of the lamp, the maid poured out the jade pot, and the golden pan was scattered with wild cakes. Zi Fu Jinzhang walked around, asking only the Cangtou slave.
The beauty has a pair of leisurely looks, her red lips and green eyebrows reflect the bright sky. This song of Qing Dynasty has never been heard in the world. Today I am happy to hear that the phoenix will bring its young.
Poor Qin Luofu, who is extremely victorious, makes you hesitate. Weeds embroider their nests in purple rugs, and horses with red teeth and tassels are paired with apricots.
The jade plate is spread out on the slender hands, and the crowd praises that it has never lost. There are horses on the stables, and the peach blossoms are the most special ones.
The cavalry officers hunted to the south corner of the city and shot down thousand-year-old foxes on the twelfth lunar month. I came to the outside of the Great Wall to collect the leftovers from drunkenness for you.
Drunk and arguing over the wine cup, I suddenly remembered the old drunkards in Xianyang. Meng Haoran Xiantan is a stone pool next to Kuma, and the beach is full of love.
I tried fishing with a bamboo pole and got a lot of bream. The beauty is full of gold, and the delicate hands are red and fresh.
Because of the history of mainland China, there is no need to pass on the water shield soup. Ouyang Jiong He Mingchao recalled the time when we first met in the flower room in the past, with red sleeves half covering the makeup face.
Gently turn the pomegranate skirt, so use your slender jade fingers to secretly pick up the golden thread of the double phoenix. Biwutong locks the deep courtyard, who would have guessed that two people would love each other and how long they would be together.
In the spring of Xianyang, the two swallows fly to the Jade Tower and meet each other morning and evening. I recall that after we met among the flowers, we would secretly toss red beans with only our delicate hands.
People don’t understand, and they cleverly convey their thoughts, but they will remain the same even if they don’t come, and they will live up to the spring sun. The green robe is embroidered with gold, and there are pairs of mandarin ducks in sight, and the empty skirt is stained with tears.
I think that my beauty will not last long, but in the end I just want to lose weight. Qin Taoyu The brocade woman's peach blossoms are looking for new things every day, but the mirror never reaches the thrush.
I am afraid that the light shuttle will be difficult to make a horse, and my delicate hands will be covered with calluses. Together cicada.