Southern and Northern Dynasties: Wang Chang?
From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string.
2. "Song of Clothes and Feathers Dance"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi?
I once accompanied Xian Di and Yuan Yuan to a banquet in Zhaoyang. There are countless songs and dances, among which the most favorite is the dress dance. When dancing, cold food and spring breeze days, jade hook down the bar before the incense table. Yan Ruyu, a former dancer, doesn't wear tacky clothes. Xia rocked her crown, and she was full of admiration. Have a graceful demeanour doesn't seem to be Luo Qi, but Gu Jiling will hang up soon. Xiao, Zheng and flute are mixed together, and the percussion bombs are played one by one. Six plays in a scattered sequence don't move clothes, and Suyun on the balcony doesn't want to fly. At the beginning of the preface, the bamboo pole in autumn breaks the ice in spring. Floating back to the light snow, smiling and sending Youlong a surprise. The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long. The moth is slightly folded, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate. Shangyuan refers to the green calyx, and the queen mother bid farewell to Joan. Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and jumping beads shake jade! Xiang Luan's dance is full of wings, and the crane song ends. I was surprised at first sight, but not enough to stare. I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. Listen to mandrills in the city, and cuckoos crow under the dam. In the second year of moving to Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask my fourth uncle. Linglong and graceful, thank Zheng, and chestnuts and Shen Yongsheng. Clear strings and brittle pipes make delicate hands, so that you can make beautiful skirts. By the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, just press it three times before and after. I threw that bastard away. I heard that the stars are scattered now. I went to Suzhou in May this year to get old at dusk. A greedy case often invades the night, not listening to it. Qiu Lai had nothing to do but be bored, and suddenly he had nowhere to ask. There are many musicians in Wen Jun's Ministry. Are there any female dancers? There are100000 households in Yun Qi county, and no one knows that there is a costume party. Just send Long song with me, titled "Dress and Feather Spectrum". Four flower notes are blue and red, and clothes are written in them. There are many different forms, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang. At present, it seems to be a matter of form. I think the past and the present are the same. Doubt comes from a soul dream, like writing a picture of Danqing. I love acquaintance, born in singing and shaped in poetry. You can't see my poem "Breaking the tune of rainbow skirt and feather clothes again" or my poem "When I fall in love with a beautiful dress". Everything has its owner, and Yang Zao made a sound spectrum. You said this kind of dance is rare. It must be "City of Poor Girls". Xiaoyu, the demon of martial arts, flies like smoke, and the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is. Beautiful flowers and clever smiles have been lonely for a long time, and the nursery is empty. As you said, it's true. Try to listen to me calmly. If you want the national color to spread, I'm afraid this dance will be abolished. Yao Yan's advantages and disadvantages are far from each other, and most of them are just flattery. Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too suspicious, and he plans to learn from it as appropriate.
3. Hu
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi?
Hu, Hu. The heart should be a chord and the hand should be a drum. The strings banged up their sleeves. Back in the snow, floating and jumping. Turn left and right, never tired. There is nothing like human beings. The wheels are slow and the whirlwind is late. At the end of the Song Dynasty, he thanked the emperor again, and the emperor was slightly embarrassed. Hu out, out of the Shu family, came to Wan Libai. The Central Plains has its own Hu Xuan, so it is better to fight for energy. Tianbao season wants to change, and everyone learns to change. One of them is Taizhen Wailushan, and the two have the highest skills. The books in the pear garden are princesses and the golden roosters are children. Lushan Hu Xuan fascinated your eyes, and the soldiers undoubtedly crossed the Yellow River. Princess Hu Xuangui has confused your heart, and she abandoned Ma Wei deeper. From the earth's axis to the sky, it has been impossible for 50 years. Hu, Mo Kongwu, sing this song a few times and you will understand the Lord.
4. "Tian Meiren dances like a lotus in the north"
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can?
Beauty dances like a lotus. If the world has eyes, it should not see them. 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?
5. "Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords."
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu?
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame. This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place. There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun. Fifty years have passed, and the royal family was overthrown in a stroke of a finger. The disciples in the pear garden dispersed like smoke, and one or two female musicians were trying to charm the cold sun. There are also people who are big and burly next to the tomb of the Golden Emperor, and the Tang Shicheng, which is bleak and bleak. The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows. And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.