Who is the Enemy of Heroes in the World —— Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Gu Beiting Huaiqi Song
The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for the wayward boy's body —— Ode to a Wanderer by Tang Meng Jiao
Holding hands and weeping at each other —— Song Liu Yong's Cold Rain Circle
So I left my message to the moon, and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream —— Looking at the Moon/Looking Back at the Moon by Don Zhang Jiuling.
We waved goodbye, and my horse neighed again and again —— Don Li Bai's Farewell to Friends
There is another poor woman, holding her son beside her, holding the ear in her right hand and hanging a basket in her left arm-Tang Bai Juyi's Watching the Wheat Harvest.
Handwritten newspaper returns to the car, scolds the cow and leads the north —— Tang Juyi's Selling Charcoal Weng
Panting, we brushed past Orion and Jingxing, and then we fell to the ground with a groan in our arms-the difficulty of Shu Dao of Tang Li Bai.
The thatched eaves are long and quiet, without any moss. Flowers and trees grow on the bed and are planted by hand —— Two poems printed by Mr. An on the wall in the book Lake
She frowned, moved her fingers, and then began to play, letting her heart share everything with ours bit by bit-Tangjuyi's Pipa Trip.
Willing to match virtue with words and join hands with generals —— Han's Phoenix Seeking Phoenix
A loom with delicate hands —— All the way to Altair by Han Anonymous
But the new year will surely bring us the manna from heaven. Cheer up and we will be reunited soon! -Tang Gaoshi, "To Li and Wang, the deputy governors, were demoted and transferred to Xiazhong and Changsha.
Raise your hand to catch flies, bend over and scatter horseshoes —— Cao Zhi's White Horse in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Raise your hand for a long time, and feel the same-Han Anonymous "Peacock Flying Southeast/Ancient Poetry as a Wife"
Holding the knife ruler in the left hand and the silk in the right hand —— Peacock flies southeast/Han Anonymous's Ancient Poems by His Wife
Raise your hand and clap your saddle, sighing heartily: "If you leave me, there will be no more personnel-A Peacock Flying Southeast/A Poem as a Wife" by Han Anonymous.
Hold your hand, grow old with your son, and each belongs to his own family —— Han Anonymous's Peacock Flying Southeast/Ancient Poetry as his wife
Hold your hand and grow old with your son —— Drumming, an anonymous work in pre-Qin Dynasty
Holding high the red flag is not wet —— Song Pan Lang's "Jiuquan Zi Chang Yi Guan Chao"
Stop swinging, stand up and adjust your slender hands —— Touch your lips, stop swinging, according to Song Liqing
Pushing Hands and Relieving Feelings —— Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xi Jiang Yue Ji Xing"
He often travels around the Champs, hand in hand —— Song Ouyang Xiu's "Waves on the Sand, Wish the East Wind"
Laughing at Luxi as big as a bucket, willing to try a knife —— Song Qiji's Breaking the Array, Throwing the Ground, Liu Dou
You know this art is indispensable, and everything in the world depends on your hand-Uncle Tang Niu's Pipa Tour
Everyone has his own things in his hand, which will dispel the confusion-Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village, the Third Song"
Twelve pieces of railings hang like jade —— Xizhou Qu, an anonymous song in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
The Pushing Hands of Home and Home, No Tears and the Tendency of Jun —— Su Song Shi's "Water Tunes and Songs"
The poem says that the national hand is a disciple of Er, and his life hangs by a thread. There is nothing I can do-Tang Juyi got drunk and gave Liu 28th Ambassador.
I clapped my hands and sang wildly, invited the moon arm in arm, and became three guests-Shi Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival