Poems about describing filigree inlays

1. Introduction to filigree inlay

Filigree inlay 1, also called fine gold craft, is a traditional Han handicraft that has been passed down for a long time and is mainly used in the production of royal jewelry. It is a combination of two production techniques: "filigree" and "inlay". The filaments are made of gold, silver, and copper as raw materials, and traditional techniques such as pinching, filling, saving, welding, weaving, and stacking are used. Inlaying uses techniques such as filing, hammering, hammering, squeezing, beating, collapsing, squeezing, and setting to make metal sheets into brackets and claw-shaped grooves, and then set them with pearls and gemstones. The filigree inlay technique originated from the gold and silver interlacing technique during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It reached a high artistic level in the Ming Dynasty, and was especially famous for its weaving and stacking techniques. In addition, the dotted jade technique was also commonly used to achieve a resplendent effect. The extensive use of gemstones and the improvement of gem inlay technology are the most important contributions of Ming Dynasty filigree inlaid jewelry to traditional Chinese jewelry. It changed the tradition of Chinese Han traditional jewelry that emphasized patterns and neglected gemstones. In the Qing Dynasty, gemstone resources gradually dried up, and gemstones were replaced by emerald green and burnt blue. 2 Today, filigree inlay technology only exists in Beijing and Chengdu, and Beijing’s filigree inlay technology is the most complete. Beijing filigree inlay represents the characteristics of Chinese court filigree inlay craftsmanship. In June 2008, filigree inlay production techniques were included in the national intangible cultural heritage list. In February 2010, Zhaoyi Jewelry Company cooperated with Bai Jingyi, the only national inheritor, to establish a national filigree inlay skill inheritance base in the East District of Xiaobao Village, Songzhuang, Beijing. 2. Ancient poems about separation

The clothes are getting wider and wider, but in the end there is no regret, and people are haggard because of the loss of Yi.

2. The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. (Cui Hu)

3. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow you until the end of the night. (Li Bai)

4. The flowers are similar every year, and the flowers are similar every year. People are different. (Liu Xiyi)

5 As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on. (Cui Jiao)

6. I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there is only a dream. Sui. (Wei Zhuang)

7. I shed a thousand lines of tears alone, and opened my book thousands of miles away. (Yu Xin)

8. Searching and searching, deserted, miserable and miserable Qi. (Li Qingzhao)

9. The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. (Li Qingzhao)

10. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below, the two places are boundless. Missing. (Bai Juyi)

11. It is difficult to say farewell on the Qiujiang River. The boat will be in Chang'an tomorrow.

12. An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

13. I have no intention of saying goodbye to you, both are eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.

14. The bright moon is hidden in the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn. Youyou Luoyang said, when will this meeting take place?

15. I heard the wanderers singing songs of departure in the morning, and I first crossed the river with a slight frost last night. The swan geese can't bear to listen to the sorrow. The situation of Yunshan is like that of a guest.

16. The cold rain came into Wu at night, and I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.

17. I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.

18. Still feeling pity for the water of my hometown, I send the boat sailing thousands of miles away.

19. The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks are displayed in Yangzhou in March.

20. Please ask me about the flowing water in the east. Do you want to know who is short or long?

21. Li Bai was about to go on a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.

22. A glass of wine with white jade and green poplars in March. The spring breeze has lingered for a few days, and the hair on the temples has become silky.

23. This place is different, and I have to conquer thousands of miles. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend.

24. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

25. The future is dawning, and I say goodbye to the old man alone.

26. The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the green grass and thousands of miles of Hunan. 3. Poems about writing about love

1. Red beans (Wang Wei)

Red beans grow in the south, and they sprout a few branches when spring comes.

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

2. Untitled (Li Shangyin)

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

3. Jiang Chengzi (Su Shi)

Ten years of life and death are uncertain.

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. [1]

Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other,

Our face is covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.

In the small window, I am dressing up.

We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year.

On a bright moonlit night, there is a short pine tree.

4. Hairpin (Lu You)

Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine,

The city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.

The east wind is evil and the joy is thin.

With a heavy heart, I will be away from home for a few years.

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty,

The tears are stained red and the silk is transparent.

Peach blossoms fall, leisurely pool pavilion.

Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.

Mo, mo, mo!

5. Hairpin (Tang Wan)

The world is thin and human nature is evil,

When the rain comes at dusk, flowers tend to fall.

The morning breeze has dried, leaving traces of tears.

When I want to write down my thoughts, I speak alone in Xilan.

Difficult! Disaster! Disaster!

People become different, today is not yesterday,

The sick soul is always like a rope on a swing.

The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark.

Afraid of being asked, swallowing tears and making up for joy.

Hide it! conceal! conceal!

6. Nineteen Ancient Poems

The far-off Altair star, the bright and clear river Han woman.

Slender and simple hands, playing with the machine.

I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, how far has it gone?

The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless. 4. Poems about smiling sadly as the flowers fall away

How many times does the sun set on the horizon?

In the afterglow,

The shadows of the parasol trees are thin, and the fallen leaves are floating yellow.

Whose Yao Qin is ringing softly?

Which one is broken at the railing?

Over glasses of wine in the distance, the lonely goose in the sky is worried.

Who knew that it was also in pairs?

Soar in the sky for thousands of miles.

As soon as I woke up from Huang Liang’s dream,

I was in ruins all over.

Looking at the future, the road ahead is full of wind and rain.

There may be lingering fragrance on the pillow.

Have you ever remembered that oaths are made in the hibiscus tent?

Humanity is unlucky,

As expected, your kindness is like frost.

Unforgettable life, the time before flowers and under the moon,

In the end, it all turned into regret.

Why did you talk so lightly about love in the first place?

Didn’t you know that debts are hard to repay?

Where flowers fall, people also die.

Leave your hair on your temples like snow,

Alone in the warmth of spring and the coolness of autumn. 5. Are there any sentences that describe people like this?

Dressed in a blue green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt with mist and green grass scattered with flowers, wearing a light blue thin veil of green water, shoulders as if cut into The waist is as smooth as a plain piece, and the muscles are as thick as fat and the air is as blue as blue.

Fold your slender waist and take small steps, showing your bright wrists in the light gauze. Her eyes are full of clear spring water, and a hollow gold hairpin is inserted diagonally into the bun on her head, dotted with purple jade, and tassels are sprinkled on her black hair.

The fragrant and tender jade is more beautiful than flowers, the fingers are like peeling onions and the mouth is like vermilion, and every frown and smile touches the heart and soul. The face is as creamy as the spring water in the sleep, the white jasmine smoke is soft gauze, the white floor-length plum blossom skirt is meandering, and the body is tied with soft smoke, which really has a bit of pink, crispy and delicate flavor.

The long black hair slid between the snow-white fingers, and was twisted into a bun. The jade hairpin was loosely tied up, and a golden step was inserted into it, and the long beaded ornaments trembled. The quiver hangs down, swaying between the temples, the eyebrows are dark and dark, the skin is as white as grease without applying powder, the lips are pursed, as beautiful as a pill, the coral chain and the ruby ??bracelet are drawn between the wrists, and finally the crimson beads The chain is put on the wrist, white like snow, red like fire, eye-catchingly bright, wearing a bright yellow skirt, tied with an emerald ribbon around the waist, showing off the graceful figure, wandering in front of the mirror, thousands of things Full of charm. She is wearing a white floor-length skirt, with pink patterns embroidered on the wide hem. On her arms is a light purple gauze that is about ten feet long.

Her slim waist is tied up with a purple brocade belt trimmed with emeralds. Her jet-black hair was tied up with a lavender ribbon, and a few strands of hair hung mischievously on her shoulders, making her skin that could be broken even more white.

There is no powder applied on the face, but it is fresh and attractive. The eyes are like water, but with a coldness that makes people talk, and they seem to be able to see through everything. The fingers are slender, the skin is like gelatin, and the snow-white is pink, and it seems that it can squeeze out water. Come, a pair of red lips, a charming smile, every move seems to be dancing, long hair hangs straight down to the ankles, untied hair, black hair dances in the wind, emitting a fragrance, slender waist, slender limbs, a fairy-like refined temperament, wearing a dress The white clothes are stretched to the floor, with dark patterns of rusty butterflies on them. Her black hair is lightly raised with butterfly tassels. The butterfly carved from a night pearl on her forehead emits a faint light. Her eyebrows are lightly swept, and there is no powder on her face, but it still cannot hide her stunning beauty. Her face, with a crystal necklace around her neck, made her collarbones even clearer. The white jade bracelet on her wrist highlighted her skin like snow. On her feet, a pair of gilt shoes were decorated with precious stones. Her beautiful eyes were like a pale butterfly that had lost its breath in the darkness. , with an indifferent expression, like a fairy who can't eat the fireworks of the world, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as ethereal and gorgeous as fireworks, wearing a light pink dress, reaching to the floor, with a thin waist restrained by a cloud belt, which showed that it was not full. With one hand, there is a seven-treasure coral hairpin in the hair, which makes the face look like hibiscus. Her face is extremely gorgeous, with a pair of phoenix eyes that are naturally charming but also awe-inspiring. Her black hair is combed into a gorgeous bun, which is gorgeous and graceful. The little finger-sized pearl is as bright as snow. Stars are twinkling in her hair, and lotus flowers are coming. In front of the palace, Rourou leaned down and waved the minister's daughter Li Shangluo to greet the emperor. May the emperor be blessed.

A large peony in emerald green misty gauze, a meandering pink narcissus flower and green leaf skirt that sweeps the floor, and a thin gold silk mist in emerald green gauze. The low-hanging temples are slanted and inlaid with pearls and jasper, and her face is filled with water and hibiscus.

He stepped forward, bowed, and gently picked up the silver strings with his jade hands. He played the guqin with both hands. The sound was pleasant and rhythmic, like the sound of nature. After a long time, he finished playing the song. Slowly standing up, her long and fine black hair is often draped over her shoulders, looking slightly soft. Sometimes she is loosely counting her long hair, showing a different kind of style. She suddenly changes from mature to cute, making people love and pity her. Her white skin is like a freshly peeled egg, her big eyes twinkle as if she can talk, her small red lips are more distinct from the white color of her skin, and a pair of small dimples are evenly distributed on both sides of her cheeks. She smiled lightly, with dimples looming on her cheeks, as cute as a fairy. Wearing a dark blue brocade long skirt, the skirt was embroidered with white plum blossoms. She used a white brocade belt to tie her uncontrollable slender waist. She tied her black hair into a wishful bun, with only A plum-blossom white jade hairpin. Although it is simple, it looks fresh and elegant. She is washing herself in the mirror. She is lightly applying pink and white on her face. She is wearing a light blue silk double-hatch Yunyan palace dress. A newly picked white plum is slanted on her head. In addition, There is only an exquisite jasper hairpin, decorated with thin silver beaded tassels. Taking lotus steps, she puts on a pale pink dress and a plain white gauze dress, which is also a standard show girl makeup. , an extremely elegant outfit, blown by the wind, a little thin, but also contains a hint of sadness. A green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, mist and green grass, and a thin veil of green water. The shoulders are cut into a plain waist. , the skin is like fat and the air is like blue.

Coquettish and boneless to the point of beauty. The green snail eyebrows are long and dark, and the beaded flower tassels are abandoned. The three thousand green silk threads are only tied up with a finely carved plum hairpin, which is lightly decorated with plum blossoms.

Her eyebrows are spread out across the distance, her green temples are dyed thick with spring smoke, and there is an aura like the clouds of Wushan Mountain. Hearing that he was announced to be entering the palace, he immediately gathered up his skirts and walked lightly, letting his tears flow. So what? Seeing the maid bringing the guqin, she quickly took it as if she were treating a sister. Although she couldn't smile, she still politely said thank you. A pair of bare hands touched the guqin, sometimes slowly and sometimes urgently, like a butterfly flying on the strings, and she spoke softly. The song "Five Lakes Drunk on the Moon...Drunken Moon on the Five Lakes...grows up in Houmen, and is favored by his relatives..." is the song "Five Lakes Drunk on the Moon". The silk and bamboo song sounds like a thin and bright silk, smooth and dense. It stretches quietly; stretches, stretches again - just like this, soft and graceful, passing through Yongxiang, Shanglin Garden, Taiye Lake Islands, and every pavilion where concubines live, It is pervasive and penetrates people's hearts.

I thought maybe someone destined to hear the sound of Yue Yue’s piano would hear the sound of Yue Yue’s piano. Tears fell on the guqin and made a ticking sound. Then a beautiful melody sounded. The cloud sleeves swayed lightly, dancing with butterflies, and the slender waist twisted slowly. The floating silk ribbon dances with the music, and the graceful figure is like a butterfly flying, like a fallen leaf swaying in the air, like a bouquet of flowers in the bush, twisting the waist to the rhythm of the wind, blooming with its own brilliance, and the sweet smile is always rippling. Her face is as elegant as a summer lotus, her waist is graceful and graceful, her skirt is swaying like a lotus in the wind, and her long black hair is messy in the wind, so beautiful that it makes people think she is Chang'e Fairy. At the end of the song, the movement that seems to turn around and shoot at the swallow is the most charming look back, smile with all the charm around the eyebrows. At the end of the song, he stood up, panting slightly and brushed the hair beside his ears with his hand. 6. Poems about epiphyllum

Poems about epiphyllum:

A flash in the pan can captivate a city, a beauty can captivate a country in just one look

Don’t envy a captivating city and a captivating country like the blue sky. Dream wild geese fly by

A fleeting flash in the pan becomes a fate

Souls and dreams are dependent on each other, it is difficult to express the love

The traces of lingering tears are desolate

Empty left The shadows of wild geese float in the blue sky

For whom do the epiphyllums appear?

Who can pity Danrui?

Who is fighting in the long night?

Can Qingzhu’s tears be cold?

The blue sky is high and far away,