The poems describing the dance are as follows:
1. Dance low in the heart of the willow tower and sing the wind under the peach blossom fan. ——Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky".
2. The green skirt hangs down from the dance, and the wine is fragrant and the blush is applied. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
3. The waist is soft when learning to dance with red gauze, and the dance clothes are dyed like a palace. ——Yan Jidao's "Jade House Spring·The waist is soft when learning to dance in red raw silk"
4. Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in West Lake stop? ——Lin Sheng's "Inscription on Lin'an Residence"
5. Slow singing and slow dancing, contemplating silk and bamboo, make the emperor look down on him all day long. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
6. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song is filled with sorrow and green tints. The whole hall is full of sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures. ——Wen Tingyun's "Fifty Rhymes of Feelings of Old Love Presented to Huainan Li Pushe"
7. The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance gracefully with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from the east. ——Li Bai's "Gaoguli"
8. The dance is slow due to excessive emotions, and the singing slows down the mood. Raising the wrist feels that the clothes are heavy, turning back the waist to feel the beauty, the elegant clothes are charming, and the light belt is easy. Love shakes. Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, the string is frightened and the snow sleeves are late. My hands will be fine when singing, and my eyebrows will move when I listen to the music. The eyes are full of emotion, and the eyes are full of words. At dusk, we stay as guests, looking at each other and loving each other at this time. ——He Xun's "Poem of a Dancing Prostitute"
9. There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist. Hua Yan Jiuqiu twilight, flying sleeves blowing over the clouds and rain. It is as graceful as orchids and emerald greens, like a swimming dragon. The more beautiful the river is, the more beautiful it is. The more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is. The slow state cannot be exhausted, and the complicated postures lead to the end. The low lotus breaks through the waves, and the snowy wind is messy. When I fell into Er, I was looking forward to it, and when I was repairing my train, I wanted to see the sky empty. I'm worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch it.
——Li Qunyu's "Green Waist"