1. Ancient poems about fans and river lanterns
Ancient poems about fans and river lanterns 1. Ancient poems about fans
"Poetry on Fans"
The newly cracked Qi Wan Su, fresh and clean as frost and snow.
Cut it into an albizia fan, which looks like a bright moon.
Going in and out of your arms, shaking in the breeze.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.
Abandon the donation basket, and the way of kindness is gone.
"Song of the Round Fan"
The round fan comes round to round fan, serving the emperor in the Qingshu Palace.
The autumn wind blows into the garden trees, never to be seen again.
There is a woman riding a luan, and there are nets of caterpillars and insects everywhere.
Practice in your arms next year, especially on the fly.
Picture of the Wan Fan in the Autumn Wind
When the Wan Fan is collected together in autumn, why is it so sentimental for a beautiful woman?
Please take a closer look at the situation of the world. No one of us would like the heat and the coolness.
"Autumn Evening"
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The night is as cool as water on Tianjie, lying down watching Altair and Vega.
Tiaoxiao Ling · Round Fan
Round fan, round fan, beauties come to cover their faces.
After three years of haggardness, who will discuss orchestration again?
String pipe, string pipe, spring grass, Zhaoyang road is broken.
"Ancient Poetry"
If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan?
It’s easy to change an old person’s heart, but it’s easy to change an old person’s heart.
The Lishan language stopped at midnight, and the rain and the ringing bell at night did not complain.
How lucky is the brocade clothes, the wings are connected to the branches and the wish is made that day.
2. Ancient poems about fans in ancient times
White Feather Fan by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty It is of natural color and its round shape is due to its tailoring skills.
It is as rustling as a pine tree, and floating like a crane flying in the air. There is no snow in midsummer, and there is endless wind all year round.
Take Qiu Sheng's hand and hide the moon in your arms. The spots on the tail of the dog's tail are not scabies, but the spots on the tail of the palm are different.
Who is called the relative, thin and white-bearded man. Fan Li Qiao, Tang Dynasty, Zhai Yu's old name, the price of palmetto is not cheap.
The fragrance of flowers is not satisfied with the face, and the sound of Luo Bo is blocked. It keeps the wind away from the heat and brings out the bright moon in autumn.
Those who share the same heart are like gifts, and those who hold the same intention express joyful feelings. Fan Lu Chang, Tang Dynasty. Holding a precious fan, you enter the forbidden palace, and the fragrant breeze blows under the flowers.
Chang'e must chase the colorful clouds and descend, and cannot stay in the middle of the moon all night. Painting Peonies on Fans Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty built the stairs for his love of red flowers and taught people to paint the future on the fans.
The leaves are as long as the colorful brushes, and the flowers are blooming one after another in the breeze. The butterflies stopped a few times when I was idle, and I was not afraid of falling berry moss when I swayed frequently.
The root has no ground, like a fairy osmanthus. It is suspected that it was planted by Chang'e in the moon. Fan, Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty. Don’t give up any gifts when we meet again in autumn. I only rely on the pity of my old friends.
Sometimes the sun covers the pond, and there are a few cicadas in the frost forest. Ode to the Broken Fan Tang Tangyi The wheel is like a bright moon, and the sky is like a thin cloud passing through.
There is no reason to hide the smile again, and it is divided in front of the autumn wind. Sad Wan Fan, Wei Yingwu of Tang Dynasty. It is not about the autumn festival, but about the change of kindness.
There are no more people to hide their frowns, and the empty space is there. What words should never be spoken, the secret will destroy the glory.
Ancient fan by Tang Xiangsi Yesterday, it was cut to seize Xiawei, but it suddenly happened to be inconsistent with the autumn festival. Hanchen was jealous of the Qin princess, and Liang Dianen followed the Han concubine.
The old moon looks like a red face, and the wind blows the musk clothes. After thousands of years of desolation, Mo Yu returned home in tears.
Ode to the Fan by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The whole jade hall was full of coldness. Every time I kissed my sleeves, I would never forget it. The thick frost and snow secretly know where it is, and the pact comes and goes suddenly.
I once accompanied a bottle to the small threshold, barely covering the remaining sun as I passed through the corridor. If the autumn wind blows in the Han Palace, who would believe that Ban Ji would shed tears?
Ode to the Broken Fan by Yangling of the Tang Dynasty. There is no half of it first, and the love is broken without sorrow.
Dai Qiu Fan Ci, Tang Dynasty Zhenggu When Lu enters the court, Wu's hatred is deep. In hot weather, the world is a close friend. I have been sweating profusely, and I have exerted my strength. I feel refreshed in the middle of the night and feel depressed.
A mountain stream was damaged by beetles, and several lines of text were invaded by dust. After the green sophora yin combines with the Qing Dynasty, it will not look like it again.
Guo Moruo once wrote a poem for the workers of the fan factory: The cool world comes from the hands. More sophisticated than a ghost axe, more ingenious than a natural craftsman.
Flying all over the world, overwhelming the west wind.
3. What are the poems related to "Fan"
The poems related to "Fan" are as follows:
1. "Qing Ping Le· Enjoying Coolness on the Pond"
Qing Dynasty: Xiang Hongzuo
The water and sky are clear and the words are clear, and the courtyard is quiet and people are selling summer.
The wax torch is still shaking in the wind, and the bamboo shadow half of the wall is picturesque.
When you are drunk, you can help me put on the Taosheng, and use the fan to cool it down.
As soon as it rains in the lotus pond, there will be the sound of autumn in the Ming Dynasty.
2. "Thanks for the Fan and Tea"
Tang Dynasty: Qi Ji
The gun flag seals Shuming, and Yuanjie makes crocodile gauze.
Hospitality is cooked separately, blue flies avoid shaking.
Lu Sheng praised the wonderful method, and the class girl hated Liang Biao.
Thank you Master Cui, I miss you so much.
3. "A White Bamboo Fan from Fuzhou"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu
The small fan made of gold and clay is sentimental and skillfully woven by Nan Gong.
The vines are covered with snow and the handles are slippery, and the strips are covered with thin silver and light dew.
4. "Sheng Cha Zi"
Song Dynasty: Li Shi
The face of the lotus flower is red, and the moon shadow is reflected in the heart.
He picked up the fan and knocked off the red incense tablets.
Five "Poems on Painted Fans"
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Bao Ziqing
Fine silk is naturally light, so weak color is not enough.
It is a red face that is straight, and it is a fan in the hand.
4. Use ancient sentences to describe a beautiful young man in fluttering white clothes with a folding fan and a flute.
Melancholy: That is a white figure with elegant clothes. He looked as soft as water under the moonlight, and the faint moonlight reflected an indescribable beauty on him, as if it had spanned a thousand years.
He is so beautiful that he is holding a painting fan in his hand. The breeze blows a few strands of his dark hair, and the jade flute that has always been pure white slowly flows out a sad melody. He is so lonely and beautiful. It's like a splash-ink painting.
ps The words are purely coded by myself, whoever dares to pirate them will be beaten to death
General version: handsome appearance, ink pupils as deep as a pool of spring water, can't even see In the end, he has long eyebrows and a faint smile on his lips. He holds an exquisite folding fan in his hand. He is dressed in white robes that make him look like a god. He wears white brocade boots and long-sleeved white clothes that follow the wind. Raised up, people can't help but be stunned. The long hair tied up in a golden crown is flying in the wind. He is beautiful, really beautiful, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away, so beautiful that people want to commit crimes (this sentence can be deleted)
Iceberg Version : Looking over, what kind of cold and arrogant handsome man is that? You can fall in love with it just by looking at it. His skin is delicate, his nose is high and straight, his thin lips are tightly pursed, his eyes are as arousing as thousand-year-old ice, his eyebrows are flying across his temples, and his pure white robe makes him look spotless. A man as beautiful as a god, so solemn and inviolable.
Gentle version: There is a slight smile on the corner of the mouth and two small dimples. Warm breath sprayed out from his thin nose. From such a close distance, you could clearly see his smiling black eyes. His slender fingers held a flute and the other hand held a fan. Bamboo shadow Qingfeng, he looks like a beautiful young man who is inexperienced in the world, handsome and gentle as jade.
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