2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"
3, the red dragonfly learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spun dance clothes are dyed like palaces. -Yan's "Lou Yuchun learns to dance with a soft waist"
4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
6. Dance back to tea and gather green cymbals. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. -the article "Feeling old and feeling old and 50 rhymes, offering Huainan Li Servant Shooting"
7. Golden flowers fold the hood, and white horses come home late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. -Li Bai's Koguryo
8. Too many emotions are dancing in the evening, with the intention of slowing down the song. The wrist is too heavy, the waist feels awkward, the clothes are attracted by the wind, and the feelings are gently shaken. Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, string surprised snow sleeve late. Sing one by one, and you will lose your hands and listen to music. I am so sad, I am so sad. Stay at dusk and love this time. -He Xun's poem On Maiko
9. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. Graceful as orchid, like Youlong. The more gorgeous, the front flow stops, and Wu Ji stops white. The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. Low lotus waves, messy snow glory wind. When I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise. -Li Qunyu's green waist.
10. Plain muscle is innocent. You come to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up. Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance. It's still the same sentence: old fragrance is light powder, flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. I want to call fairy Ling Bo. Boating, waves travel thousands of miles. I'm only worried about looking back. The ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty is falling. The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture? * * * In Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and it is cold at night. -Lu Tong's old "Shui Long Yin"