The poem about holding hands is 1. What are the poems about "hands"?
1, hold hands and look at each other with tears (Song Liu Yong's Yulin Chills)
2. Then, hold your chest with both hands and fall to the ground with a groan (Tang Libai's "Difficult Road to Shu")
3, set out to become spring (Tang Tu's Twenty-four Poems)
4, handle hibiscus (Tang Tu "Twenty-four Poems")
4, handle hibiscus (Tang Tu "Twenty-four Poems")
5. Hand-twisted incense to remember Xiao Lian (Song Yan Dao Ji's "Partridge Day, Hand-twisted incense to remember Xiao Lian")
6, red crisp hands (Song Lu tour "Chai Feng red crisp hands")
7. Full of sadness; Embroidering boudoir and hoeing flowers (Cao Qingxue Qin's "Burying Flowers")
8. Holding incense in hand, remembering that Xiaolian wants to spread resentment. Who will come back at night and lie alone and have fun? I will meet you in my dream. Smallpox is easy to fall (Song Yan Dao Ji's Partridge Day, Holding a Fragrant Paper to Remember Filial Piety).
9. Notes on Xiao Lian (Song Yan Dao Ji's "Partridge Day Notes on Xiao Lian")
10, vulgar ears only know numerous hands, and there is no need to fight (stone "Ding Chang He Lao Now Where")
1 1, respect, hand pliers, frost beard (stone, Huanxisha)
12, there is no one near the roof (Huanxi sandstone)
13, picking flowers by hand (stone "Jiangren, greasy red face with sandalwood lips")
14, the jade hand brushed the water ice (stone "Partridge Day, Ribbon Can't Draw Double")
15, willing to try (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Breaking the Array, Vote for Liu Lang in the Capital")
16, read through Li Sao (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Water Tune Song Tou Yuan Ming Love Chrysanthemum")
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18, the old man's hands are full (Song Luyou's "Shizi")
19, who would have thought there were watches now (Song, Book Anger)
20. Holding the roof of the building by hand (modern Wang Guowei's "Liang Zhu, Heavy Curtain, Painting Province")
2. Hand-painted poems
Meng Jiao
Wandering in the thread in the hands of a kind mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body.
Lipper
We waved goodbye and my horse kept neighing.
Bai Juyi
Pipa frowned at her, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
Lipper
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.
Zhang Jiuling
So I left my message to the moon, looked at the moon, thought about the one in the distance, and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.
Lipper
I'm holding a green jade stick and a Lushan song in my hand, and I'm going to judge Lu Xuzhou. I've passed the Yellow Crane Tower. Watching immortals in colorful clouds, holding hibiscus in hand.
Du Fu
Two moxibustion hands can be very hot. Be careful of the Prime Minister and his frown.
Lipper
As soon as you touch the strings, you will feel a thousand pines when you listen to the monk Jun playing the lute in the middle of Shu.
Li shangyin
Han Bei, because I know the best master of painting, my duty is not only official in this case. May thousands of books be praised until saliva flows from my lips and calluses harden my fingers.
Han Yu
He often handed me this drawing, which is from Shigu and Shigu Song, and advised me to give it a try. So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly.
Du Fu
Our northern soldiers are healthy in body and hands, and they are the grandson of the weeping queen. Oh, why are they so brave in the past and so cowardly now? .
Han Yu
Stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain, I wrote this poem on the gatehouse, holding a cup of jiaozi in my hand to guide me to throw it, and told me that my luck was the best.
Richie
The music changed from slow to fast, and followed his hand. "As soon as I heard Dong playing the clarinet, I followed his heart.
Gaoshi
However, every year, Li and Wang Ertai were demoted and moved to the middle of summer, Changsha and other places, and rest assured that they would meet again soon! .
Liu Changqing
At the sight of Wang's departure, the water facing south was foggy and his hands were covered with tears.
Wang Jian
On the third day, the bride cooks instead of me and washes her hands to make bridal soup.
Li Duan
Listen to the Zheng, her snow-white jade hand is shining on the golden harp under the snow window.
3. Poetry related to hands
"Picking Lotus" Li Shimin plays square pond hand in hand and carves sails hand in hand. The boat moves into small waves, and the wind is scattered and fragrant. The warbler has no fixed song, and she is surprised and confused. Lotus is hydrophobic, broad and long. Habitat is still dense, flooding belongs to the chapter. Ode to Chen Shidao in the Five Dynasties Li Shimin went to Licheng in the morning and went to the forest at dusk. Phoenix rides on the mountain. Everyone lamented that Sanqiu was blocked, and * * * had a one-night stand. Yellow loss and cymbals break the morning star. Who can hold the rafters again, clear their clothes and turn to the clouds, and the phoenix will drive the sky. The stars are fading, the night is over, and the waning moon is yellow. Improve happiness today. Bow down at the Ming court. Swear to drink ice and divert water. Huahui Guangsi's former Jiashengchi Jiumu. The rain shines on the past, and the fragrance shines on the past. When you win, I will become a famous scholar. Li's "Puhuan Xisha" sells residual leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves. It is also related to less light and long thinking. The bluebird doesn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain. Looking back, the Three Gorges is in the twilight and the sky is flowing. Li Yu's "A Book of Spiritual Feast Towel" was haggard and died in his prime. His sweaty hands were scented and his eyebrows were stained with black smoke. Li Yu's morning glory lingers by the river. King's Landing is a shame. He scoffed at Qin Huang's long experience, and quietly pitied Ji Man for going out on patrol while he was suffering. The temple is white from today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow last year. It's all death through the ages, and there is a plateau in the burial place of drunk hometown. Life is less than 100 years, they have just painted for a thousand years. The sun is thin and the sky is deep in autumn. The sun shines, and the dragon and candle compete. The beads are full of dew. You can swim in the sun. Give a deep reward. "Bodhisattva Man" spends the moon in a dark cage in a light fog, and can go to Lang's side tonight. His socks are fragrant and his shoes are golden. When he saw you on the south side of the painting gallery, he was shivering at noon. It's hard to get out, so he can be merciful. Penglai courtyard closed the rooftop, the painting hall slept during the day, and no one spoke. He threw a Cui Yun light pillow and embroidered clothes. The eyes are flowing. Rain clouds deeply embroider family ties and come in harmony. The banquet is empty, and the dream fans sleep in the spring. How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? A person's feelings have no boundaries. Therefore, the dream of the country returns, and the tears fall when you feel it. No matter who is at the top of the tall building, always remember the autumn sunshine. The past is empty, still like a dream. The inscription of Jinhua Palace, Xu Qingyan and red mist are covered with clothes and covered with moss in the fog. The official in Sanshan Cave built five old fog altars, guarded the ivory slips of Kunlun Mountain, and pushed the jujube branches out of the blue. The snow powder in spring is moist, and the frost of Xiao Shuqiong is as cold as ice. I gradually hate the lack of strength in the past years, but I think the crown will serve the stars. Wu Yueer's homesickness hurts more. As soon as possible, miss the child, Yang Hui's Beilin Trail and Xiao's Nanjian Mae, and make a pot of incense in the middle, which will add to the sadness all the way. When a few flowers are on the horizon, a hundred kinds of herbs cover the fields. Beauty and sympathy, nothing to say. Singing and drawing swords is not gratitude. Go back to Jinping and sleep. Xu Yanbo turned to clean the pot at night and surprised Changle Bell in the morning. Guests are not allowed to enter, and the bronze dragon is guarded during the nap. I also went to the three temples, and the burden on my shoulders was nine times heavier. The flowers are more graceful than spring when the morning sound is heard. I ask you to rest in peace in the light. I am grateful and fragrant. I want to say something during the day. Shake hands and make peace, sleepy. Xu Jian and Yichuan don't ride, sharing a feast on the shore. For the flowers in March, you can see the wind and smoke thousands of miles away. Looking at the green hills and the earth, you can see the white clouds in the sky. You're worried about the wine. Your chords are separate. * * * shake hands. Time flies to pay attention to my husband. Husband's intention is rippling, and he will have sex with him that day. "The word love is different, I swear to castle peak. Live and die together, my sincerity is endless. This is a great apprentice. He belongs to the northern government. He wants to follow each other in the middle of the night, and the city is limited to the military gate. During the day, he wants to live together, and he is afraid of kindness. Suddenly, like the head of a dragon, he sat in the east and the west. He was shocked that thousands of scissors had cut off their roots. It is my legacy to entrust my servant gently. The arrival of the messenger made me very happy. The servant gave it to me because of the reply. I sincerely pray to pass it on. I sealed it to that gentleman, hoping to comfort poor spring. The messenger came back from the dead, but he didn't accumulate sorrow and acid. Zhan shengle was speechless, but he went backwards to meet the door. He knelt down and listened, his eyes filled with tears of shock. He doesn't drink or eat, and his heart is full of sadness. Two swords wound their way. My husband got in touch very early, smiled skillfully, and was able to do his job well. He protected himself from suffering, but when he left, he came back. When he was young, he lost his truth. In Hui Zhen Temple, Pei Du searched for raw berries and moss everywhere, and the world could not bear to go back. The upper bound doesn't know where to go, and the Western Heaven has moved here. In front of the rock, Master Peony sowed seeds, and on the ridge of the field, there were green pines and bergamots. Many people have disappeared, and Bai Lian has been in bloom for a long time. Farewell, Xiyuan. The guests with white hair and green eyes put the cups in their hands by the pool. After work, the fairy boat turned back. Who will open the hotel when the game starts today? Sitting with glass water, climbing green piles, taking pictures with low makeup, blowing wine, and smoking bamboo in the shade of the shore, the pavilion will become plum blossoms. Smile when swimming, be proud, and come back if you win.
4. Ancient poems describing hands
shout slogans
-Han He
Wrist white ruby, bamboo shoots with oblique tips.
Twist your temples on your back and gently and evenly line your face on the mirror.
Looking back at the embroidered curtains in the past, I vaguely saw the golden car.
In the back garden, I smiled at my peers, picking weeds and folding flowers.
The maid in green has slender hands, and the new Chang 'e gives birth to a toad. -Huang Tao's "Rolling Curtain"
shout slogans
qin taoyu
A pair of ten-fingered jadeites are slender, not romantic things.
Luan mirror skillfully combs, painting the floor and looking at the bead curtain.
The golden cup is warm, but the silver duck is not fragrant.
The clay figurine is ugly because the scissors are too cold.