1. Ancient poems about hands
Chanting Hands Han Xie's wrists are white and have red jade shoots, and the strings drawn when tuning the piano are pointed and slanted.
Carrying a person on his back, he tucks his rouged temples and looks into the mirror gently to even out the glow on his face. Looking back with regret, I saw the embroidered mantle in the past, and vaguely saw a gold-carrying car.
I smiled at my colleagues in the back garden, picking weeds and flowers. Yongshou Qin Taoyu's ten-fingered jade is slender, not a romantic object.
The luan mirror is skillfully combed evenly with the emerald green, and the painting studio is leisurely looking at the beaded curtain. The golden cup is lightly touched with joy, while the silver duck is swirled without fragrance.
Because the scissors were too cold, the clay figurine scratched his beard. Poor Girl Qin Taoyu Pengmen didn't know Qiluoxiang, so she wanted to ask a good matchmaker to hurt herself.
Who loves fashion and high style? *** I pity Shi Shijian for dressing up. I dare to use my ten fingers to praise the skill of the needle, and don't draw my eyebrows into elongation.
I hate to press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others. The hairpin-headed phoenix Lu You has red hands and yellow wine, and the city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and a person is full of melancholy, leaving him alone for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.
The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! Green riverside grass (Anonymous) Green riverside grass, lush willows in the garden.
There is a girl upstairs, Yingying, standing in front of the bright window. E'e wears red makeup and has slender bare hands.
She used to be a prostitute’s daughter, but now she’s a libertine husband. The prodigal will never return, and it is difficult to stay alone in an empty bed.
Far Far Away Altair (Han Dynasty) Anonymous Far Far Away Altair, a Han woman on the Jiao Jiao River. The slender hands are used to make tricks.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain. The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees apart.
The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless. 2. Lyrics or poems about hands.
Han Xie's wrist is white and has red jade shoots, and the strings drawn when tuning the piano are pointed and slanted.
Carrying a person on his back, he tucks his rouged temples and looks into the mirror gently to even out the glow on his face. Looking sadly at the old embroidered mantle, I vaguely saw a gold-carrying car.
I smiled at my colleagues in the back garden, picking weeds and flowers. Yongshou Qin Taoyu has a pair of slender jade fingers, which is not a romantic one.
The luan mirror skillfully combs the emerald green evenly, and the painting studio is leisurely looking at the beaded curtain. The golden cup is lightly touched with joy, while the silver duck is swirled without fragrance.
Because the scissors were too cold, the clay figurine scratched his beard. The poor girl Qin Tao's Yupeng family didn't know Qiluoxiang, so she tried to ask a good matchmaker to help herself.
Who loves fashion and high style? *** I pity Shi Shijian for dressing up. I dare to use my ten fingers to praise the skill of the needle, and don't draw my eyebrows into elongation.
I hate to press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others. Hairpin-headed phoenix Lu You has red hands and yellow wine, and the city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and a person is full of melancholy, leaving him alone for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.
The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! Green riverside grass (Anonymous) Green riverside grass, lush willows in the garden.
There is a girl upstairs, Yingying, standing in front of the bright window. E'e wears red makeup and has slender bare hands.
She used to be the daughter of a prostitute, but now she is a prostitute husband. The prodigal will never return, and it is difficult to stay alone in an empty bed.
Far Far Away Altair (Han Dynasty) Anonymous Far Far Away Altair, a Han woman on the Jiaojiao River. The slender hands are used to make tricks.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain. The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees apart.
The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless. Li He The beauty is combing her hair, Shi Xiaomeng's gauze tent is cold, and the fragrant servant girl is wearing a bun half sunken with sandalwood.
The sound of the windlass makes the mute jade ring, startling the hibiscus to sleep on its new feet. 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.
Carrying people on their backs without saying where to turn, folding cherry blossoms on the lower steps. 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 room has embroidered curtains and a red fireplace.