Li Bai's "Midnight Wu Song·Winter Song"
The bare hands are cold enough to draw a needle, and they are worth scissors.
Meng Jiao's "Yin of the Wandering Son (Part 1 of Welcoming Mother Piao)"
The thread is in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of the wandering boy.
Huangfu once wrote "Sending people back to Jingzhou (a poem by Li Jiayou)"
Once the Qingmen were separated, it was difficult to see people from Duling.
Gao Chan's "Light View at Jinling"
There are infinite painterly hands in the world, but it is so sad that they cannot be painted.
Bai Juyi's "Drunken Gift to the Twenty-Eight Envoy Liu"
The poem says that the country's hand is just a man, but he can't do anything if his life is on his head.
Du Fu's "Nine Quatrains"
The peaches and plums planted by hand are not ownerless, and the old wild wall is low and it still feels like home.
Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci: Mulberry on the Moshang"
The green strips reflect the plain hands, picking mulberries towards the corner of the city.
Du Fu's "Poverty Travel"
Turn your hands to make clouds cover your hands and rain, so there is no need to count them all.
Meng Haoran's "Sending Zhu Da to the Qin Dynasty"
When we break up, we give each other gifts, and we stay together throughout our lives.
Meng Haoran "Looking for the Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring (One Title: Late Spring)"
When the cup is in hand, the singing girl should not stop talking.
Li Bai's "Miscellaneous Ballads·Songs of Xiangyang"
Children in Xiangyang clapped their hands together and blocked the street to sing the white bronze song.
Yuan Zhen's "Xianghe Song Ci·Three Juejue Ci"
Shake hands and ask Xiang Xiang, but he doesn't say anything about the later period.
Liu Yuxi's "Taoist Xue Hurts Taoyuan (One Work to Respect the Master)"
Thousands of red peaches are planted by hand, and the spring breeze fills the mountain without a director.
Li Jing "Breaking Through the Huanxi Sands (A Shanhuazi)"
Hand-rolled pearls with jade hooks, locking the heavy building with the regret of the previous spring.
Yu Liangshi's "Spring Mountain Night Moon"
Holding the moon in the water in your hands, your clothes are filled with the fragrance of flowers.