Writing poems about dance
1. Dance low in the heart of the willow tower and sing the wind under the peach blossom fan.
2. The green skirt hangs down from the dance, and the wine is fragrant and the blush is applied.
3. The waist is soft when learning to dance with red gauze, and the dance clothes are dyed like a palace.
4. Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when does the singing and dancing in West Lake stop?
5. Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo dances, which the king is not satisfied with.
6. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song melancholy collects the green tint. The whole hall is full of sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures.
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.
8. There is a new mansion on the balcony, singing and dancing Xiao Chanjuan. The rush is swaying, and the shirt is half off the shoulders.
9. The beautiful sleeves return from the wind, and the flowers reflect the sun. Sympathy relies on the pillar, and the shadow of love goes to the dangerous string.
10. The light snow is floating and whirling back, and the beauty is sending off the swimming dragon. The willows behind the small hanging hands are weak, and the clouds are about to come to life when the skirt is slanted.
11. The new clothes are too sweaty to be painted, and the silk clothes are too light to wear. There is no doubt that there is no shadow in the fallen flowers around the tree, and there is a feeling of love in the wind when returning to the snow.
12. The pond is green and the wind is warm. I remember the first time Yuzhen met. The main song rhymes with the Zhengcong. Entering the dance, the waist is red and swirling wildly. By the fragrant steps under the jade hook lantern, I don't know how late the sun is when I'm drunk. At that time, I was a flower appreciator, but now I don’t have half of them.
13. Ruigong Langyuan. Listen to Emperor Juntian's music and know him several times. Fighting like a human being, a new song about picking lotuses. The willow waist is light and the oriole's tongue is chirping. Who can fetter the carefree smoke and waves? Helpless, Tianjie has already urged the class to change. But riding on the colorful luan, the hibiscus looks sideways. I hope to accompany you to this banquet every year.
14. The dance is slow due to excessive emotions, and the singing slows down the mood. When you raise your wrists, you feel the clothes are too heavy, when you turn back, you feel your posture is beautiful. 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.
15. There is a beauty 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. I'm worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch it.
16. With pure skin and innocence, I come to Yuliyao Pond at dawn. The pavilion is covered with green, full of dimples, and the make-up is washed away in time. The Taiye ripples, the neon clothes dance, the souls are broken and the water flows. It still smells like the old days, but the flowers are not the same and the people are haggard. I want to call Fairy Lingbo. The boat is vast and the waves are thousands of miles. I just worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the bright stars are falling randomly. The shadow of the moon is melancholy, the dew is scattered, who can lean on the small lantern. ***Fangmeng, there are still amphibious snow egrets, startled by the cold night.
17. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song melancholy gathers the emerald moon. The whole hall is illuminated, and the seats are divided into chandeliers
18. The waves of Taiye are overturned, the colorful clothes are finished dancing, and the soul is broken and the water is flowing.
19. The willow waist is light and the oriole's tongue is chattering. Who can fetter the carefree smoke and waves? The helpless heaven has already urged the class to change.