An antique fan of poetry and painting
Ancient poems about fans and river lanterns 1. An old saying about fans.
Poems by a fan group
Newly cracked, fresh and clean as frost and snow.
Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Song of the fan
Tuanfan Complex Tuanfan, Feng Junqing Tree Hall.
Autumn wind enters the court tree and never meets.
There are women in the world, and there are gray worms all over the net.
I will wear sleeves next year, especially in the machine.
Autumn fan map
Qiu Lai's fan collection, why beauty is sentimental.
Please take a closer look at the world.
Autumn night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Douling Tuanshan
Round fan, round fan, beauty covers your face.
Sick for three years, looking haggard, no one has discussed with her band!
Orchestral music, orchestral music and ruthless spring grass blocked the road to Zhaoyang Temple.
Imitate ancient poetry
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night.
More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
2. Ancient poems about fans
Bai Juyi, a white feather fan in the Tang Dynasty, is of true colors and has made meritorious deeds.
Whispering like a pine and floating like a crane. There is no snow in midsummer and no wind all year round.
Hold Anthony wong in your hand and hide the moon in your arms. The tail spot of the swim bladder is not dead, and the mallow is different.
Who said relative, thin white beard Weng. Fan Tang Li Jiao Zhai Yu's time-honored brand, Pu Kui's value is not light.
The flowers are not full-faced, and the sound is thin. The weather is warm and windy, and the autumn moon is bright.
If you have the same heart, you can give it. Fan Fan entered the Forbidden Palace, and I taught the flowers to move the fragrance.
Heng E must descend by clouds, not all night in the middle of the month. Painting peony Yin on the fan paved the way for loving the red side and taught people to paint the future on the fan.
The leaves are jagged, long with colored pens, and flowers bloom in the breeze. A few shakes have stopped the butterfly, and frequent shaking is not afraid of losing berries.
Rooted without land, such as the fairy laurel, some people suspect that Heng E planted it on the moon. In the autumn of reunion after a long separation, Fan Tang was reluctant to give up and lose, but Yiyi could only look back on her old friend.
Sometimes the pool can cover the sun, and a few cicadas can bear in the frost forest. Chanting the broken fan, Yi's wheel is as bright as the moon, and Roche is as sparse as a cloud.
There is no reason to hide your smile, before the autumn wind. Sadness is not an autumn festival in Wu Ying, Tang Wei, but a change of kindness.
No more people are hiding, and the Committee is cold and empty. You can never do what you say. Darkness will make sales shine.
Xiang Si, an ancient fan of the Tang Dynasty, was hacked to capture Xia Wei yesterday, but suddenly violated the Autumn Festival. The cold dust envies the daughter of the king of Qin, and the cool temple pampers the princess Han.
Like the old moon, the face is red, and the wind stops moving the musk deer clothes. Thousands of bleak people, Mo Yu covered her tears at that time.
Xu Huan, a fan of the Tang Dynasty, filled Yutang with coolness. Every kiss and sleeve will be unforgettable. Frost and snow know where, and deeds come and go.
Once accompanied by a bottle near a small threshold, it covered the cloister for a few days. If there is autumn wind in the Han Palace, who believes how many lines of tears Ban Ji has?
The broken fan Tang Yangling powder fell out of bed and abandoned, and the dust remained. If you are the first, you will be very sad.
Gu, the word Fan Zhiqiu, has been deeply hated, and he is a confidant when the world is hot. Sweating, ungrateful in the middle of the night.
A mountain stream has been damaged, and a few lines have been invaded by dust. After the green locust melts with the yin, you will never find it again.
Guo Moruo once wrote a poem for fan factory workers: the cool world comes from both hands. More clever than a ghost axe, more clever.
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:
First, "Qingping Music, Cool on the Pool"
Qing Dynasty: Xiang Hongzuo
Clear water and clear words, quiet people in the courtyard sell summer.
Candle can't shake the curtain, and the bamboo shadow is half picturesque.
When you are drunk, you can help Sheng Tao. The cooked fan is cold and light.
When it rains in the lotus pond, it is autumn.
Second, "Xie Fan and Tea"
Tang Dynasty: Miracle
The gun flag is sealed with Shu tea, round and clean.
When guests are served separately, the bluefly should not waver.
Lusheng praised the wonderful method, and the class girls hated the cool breeze.
Thank you, Cui Jushi. Acacia loneliness.
Third, "Wisdom Fofo Agbo Fuzhou White Bamboo Fan"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu
The golden mud fan is full of affection, but it is not skillfully woven by Nangong.
The vine is covered with snow, the handle is slippery, and the flowers wrapped in silver are light.
Fourth, "original inspection"
Song Dynasty: Sok Li
Lotus people are red in the face and the moon is in their hearts.
Turn the fan upside down and knock out the red incense tablets.
Five "Poems of Painting Fans"
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Bao Ziqing
Thin thread is light and light color is insufficient.
Straight is a beauty, wrong is a fan in the hand.
4. Describe a beautiful boy with a folding fan and fluttering in white with ancient Chinese sentences.
Melancholy board: It is a white figure, beautifully dressed. He is as soft as water in the moonlight, and the faint moonlight shines on him with an unspeakable beauty, as if it had spanned a thousand years.
He is incredibly beautiful, holding a painting fan in his hand. The breeze blows up a few strands of his black hair, and the white Yu Di slowly flows out, with a sad melody, lonely and beautiful like a splash-ink painting.
Ps is purely his own code, and I will kill anyone who dares to pirate it.
Universal edition: handsome in appearance, with dark pupils as deep as spring water, endless in sight, long eyebrows and temples, smiling at the corners of his mouth, holding a delicate folding fan in his hand, wearing a white robe to make him look like a god, wearing white brocade boots on his feet, and long-sleeved white clothes rising in the wind, which makes people dumbfounded. The long hair tied up by the golden crown fluttered with the wind. He is beautiful, really beautiful, so beautiful that he wants to commit a crime.
Iceberg Edition: Looking down, what a handsome man is that? You can fall into it at a glance. His skin is delicate, his nose is high, his thin lips are tight, his eyes are like ice for thousands of years, his knife-shaped eyebrows fly into his temples, and his pure white robe makes him more spotless. This is as beautiful, solemn and inviolable as a human being.
Gentle version: there is a shallow smile at the corners of the mouth, and two small dimples are dizzy. A thin nose emits warm breath. At such a close distance, you can clearly see his smiling black eyes, slender fingers holding the flute, and the other hand holding the fan, bamboo shadow and breeze. He is like a beautiful boy who is not familiar with the world, handsome and gentle as jade.
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