Poems describing women dancing are similar to dancing to find shadows, not on earth.

Gu Kuang's "Wang Lang Zhong Wu Singing Prostitute Dance" can't be painted in a sweaty new dress, and it is too light to dance in a hurry. There is no shadow around the tree, and the snow is black by the wind. Cen Can's "Tian Meiren dances like a lotus in the north", and the beauty dances like a lotus, which should not be seen by the world. Gao Tang's eyes are red, and there is no dance in the world. This song was introduced to Han by Hu Ren, and all the guests were surprised and sighed. The slow face is full of fiber, and the light brocade flowers are lush. When you roll up your sleeves, if it snows, you will blow a whirlwind from left to right. Pipa flute without turning, Huang Yunhe in Huamenshan. Suddenly there was a sound of stuffing, and the white grass was cold and rustled. Over and over again, if god helps, see the old and see the new. I just know, the song is incomparable, picking lotus and falling plum leaves makes me deaf. The world only learns to dance, how can it be so unrestrained?