1. Descriptive poems about hands

Descriptive poems about hands 1. Ancient poems describing hands

Chanting Hands

-- -Han Xi

The wrists are white and the skin is red jade shoots, and the strings drawn when tuning the piano are exposed at an angle.

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 at the old embroidered curtains, I vaguely saw a gold-carrying car.

I smiled at my colleagues in the back garden, picking weeds and flowers.

The green maid has delicate hands, holding a new toad from Chang'e. ---Huang Tao's "Rolling Curtain"

Chanting Hands

---Qin Taoyu

A pair of slender jade fingers is not a romantic object.

The luan mirror skillfully combs the emerald green evenly, and the painting building 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.

2. Lyrics or verses about hands.

Han Xie’s wrist is white and has red jade shoots, and the strings drawn from 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 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 building 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 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 full of 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 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. Li He The beauty is combing her hair, Shi Xiaomeng's gauze tent is cold, and her fragrant servant girl is half sunk in sandalwood.

The sound of the windlass makes the mute sound of the 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 make-up is not slanted, and the clouds and robes step on the wild goose sand.

Without saying a word about where to turn, I folded the cherry blossoms at the bottom of the stairs. 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 Where the river flows, mist and rain, Sui embankment in 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 dame girl, opened the stove 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 the red sleeves, who can adjust the beauty to bring back 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, the smoke and waves of parting hurt her beauty. Fairy He Ningtian is dressed in a willow-colored shirt with gold-leafed phoenixes, and she is lightly picking up red beans with her delicate 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 recalled his life wish in the south of the Yangtze River, wishing 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 lyrics are played 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 in 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 have delicate hands in the future when you climb 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, fragrant and warm the golden mud phoenix, and paints Liang Yuyan in a frightening dream. Willows and flowers are flying outside the door, but the jade man has not returned yet.

Red and pink tears are shed evenly in sorrow, and the eyebrows are cut in spring and the mountains are 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 his first time painting 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 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 musk navels of mountain flowers are lightly draped in flowers and grass, and the dawn mist is alluring. 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 and silver furrows line the 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-text 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 blossoms 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 next to Hu in the south and Hu is in the north, so be prepared for the general's arrival.

The five thousand armored soldiers are courageous 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.

3. Sentences describing hands

My grandmother is seventy years old. His short hair seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost, his big eyes were sunk deeply into his eye sockets, and almost all the teeth in his mouth had fallen out. His rough and thin hands were covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and the blood vessels were green and green. purple. The weather-beaten face is criss-crossed with wrinkles, bearing the innumerable hardships of the past seventy years. But she was still in high spirits and her face was flushed.

The student, while rubbing his middle finger, looked at Teacher Chen’s hands and saw that those two hands were indeed different from ordinary people’s hands. The palms seemed to be square, the fingers were thick and short, and each None of the fingers could be stretched straight, they were covered with cocoons inside and outside, and the round finger belly looked like half a silkworm cocoon with a nail attached. The whole thing always looked like a small rake made of branches.

Mom can’t dress up or dance, but she has a pair of skillful hands. Mom's hands are delicate and flexible, and her white and soft fingers are even more conspicuous. When my mother knitted a sweater, her fingers moved like shuttles, which was dazzling. After a while, she knitted a large piece.

I have ordinary hands. The palm is a bit round and soft, with several winding hand lines crisscrossing it. The fingers are long or short, thick or thin. When the fingers are straightened, they are slightly bent, like a bow that cannot be drawn. The middle of the white and tender fingertips protrudes, and the fingertips are pointed, with a pink nail deeply embedded on them.

My mother is an ophthalmologist. Like all mothers, she has a pair of ordinary hands. These hands have never been involved in any earth-shattering events, nor have they created any great miracles. However, these hands are busy all day long. When people fall asleep, these hands have not stopped working.

Everyone has a pair of hands. Workers have strong hands, actors have soft hands—my grandma has hands that are calloused and restless. Day and night, her restless hands brought happiness and joy to our family, making our home always clean and tidy. How many times have these hands made us feel its warmth!

4. What are the ancient poems describing "hands"

1. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands" Song Dynasty: Lu You's red crisp hands, yellow silk wine, filled the city Willows on the palace wall in spring.

The east wind is evil and the joy is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away 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.

Peach blossoms fall, leisurely pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.

Mo, mo, mo! 2. "Traveling is Difficult·Hands Binding the Tiger" Song Dynasty: He Zhu Binding the tiger's hands, hanging at the mouth of the river, the chariot is like a chicken and the horse is like a dog. White Lun scarf, dusting off the yellow dust, don’t you know that we are from Penghao? Shei Lan saw off his guests on the road to Xianyang. If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old.

As a Lei Dian, no matter the money, who asked Qiting to fight for ten thousand yuan of fine wine? Drinking in a big fight will increase your longevity, and your temples will be evergreen, which is unprecedented in ancient times. Smiling beautifully and dancing gracefully, she was like a Qin girl whose fifteen words were like strings.

The remaining music can remember the autumn wind, and it still feels regretful after thousands of years have passed. Embrace the flowing light, tie it to the hibiscus, and fight for the sorrow that comes one day, but it lasts a long time.

3. "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.

4. "Book of Mr. Huyin's Wall" Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi The long eaves are swept clean and moss-free, and the flowers and trees are planted by hand. A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains with rows of gates bring in green.

The mulberry strips and neem flowers are numerous in the desert, and the wind collects the lingering fragrance and darkens the wall. The yellow bird sings several times in the afternoon dream, and I still suspect that I belong to the mountain garden.

5. "Altair Far Far Away" Han Dynasty: Anonymous Altair Far Far Away, 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, but how far away it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.

5. Sentences and paragraphs describing hands

Appearance description - hands My grandmother is seventy years old.

Her short hair seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost, her big eyes were sunk deeply into her eye sockets, almost all the teeth in her mouth had fallen out, and her rough and thin hands were covered with strips of earthworms. The blood vessels are blue and purple. The weather-beaten face is criss-crossed with wrinkles, bearing the innumerable hardships of the past seventy years.

But she was still in high spirits and her face was flushed. The student, while rubbing his middle finger, looked at Teacher Chen's hands and saw that those two hands were indeed different from ordinary people's hands. The palms seemed to be square, the fingers were thick and short, and each finger could not be straightened. , both inside and outside are covered with cocoon skin, and the round fingertips look like half a cocoon with a nail on it. The whole thing looks like a small rake made of branches.

Mom can’t dress up or dance, but she has a pair of skillful hands. Mom's hands are delicate and flexible, and her white and soft fingers are even more conspicuous.

When my mother knitted a sweater, her fingers moved like shuttles, which was dazzling. After a while, she knitted a large piece. I have ordinary hands.

The palm is a bit round and soft, with several winding hand lines crisscrossing it. The fingers are long or short, thick or thin. When the fingers are straightened, they are slightly bent, like a bow that cannot be drawn.

The middle of the belly of the white and tender fingers protrudes, and the fingers are pointed, with a pink nail deeply embedded on them. My mother is an ophthalmologist. Like all mothers, she has ordinary hands.

These hands have never been involved in any earth-shattering events, nor have they created any great miracles. However, these hands are busy all day long. When people fall asleep, these hands have not stopped working. Everyone has a pair of hands.

Workers have strong hands, actors have soft hands - my grandma has a pair of calloused and restless hands. Day and night, her restless hands brought happiness and joy to our family, making our home always clean and tidy.

How many times have these hands made us feel its warmth! Tears of excitement flowed from the old folds on his face; his rough big hands held up a festive cup. High-ranking people talk about the past and present with loud voices, making gestures and talking about the world.

These big hands are engraved with historical milestones. Whether it is the knob of the Industrial Revolution, the wall of the Paris Commune, the gun barrel of the Winter Palace in October, or the Tiananmen Gate Tower in Beijing, which one has left the hands of our workers? The oil from Daqing Dagang flows in the pipes we welded, and the cars on Chengkun Road run on the tracks we laid.

It’s a pity after drinking this drink, we can’t help the Three Gorges Project. In the old society, we brothers cried each other, but today we clink glasses together.

How many times have you drank at celebrations, how many years have you been hammering in the workshop, who have you ever subdued? Our workers’ hands can crush diamond powder; our workers can drink so much that the entire Pacific Ocean is not drunk! Who said socialism is poor? Tell him to look at the hands of our workers; Who said peaceful evolution can succeed? Let him taste the iron fist of our workers. Warm hands, warm heart, warm palms, cover up the decadent hearts; hard fists, hard heads, hard fists, smash the hats of poverty one by one.

The hands that are tightened are the hands of unity, and the fists that are raised are the steel fists. When we workers wave their big cattail fans, the rivers and seas are in turmoil. We workers raise our fists, and the stars in the sky tremble.

The spring breeze of reform and opening up is blowing directly into the hearts of our workers. The tide of economic construction is rushing directly into these retired hands. The hands of our workers hold up the fiery red sun and bring out the brilliant morning glow.