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.
Translation:
A beautiful woman dances like a lotus, and everyone in the world must have never seen it.
Gaotang is covered with a red carpet and dances like heaven and earth.
2. "Hu"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The strings banged up their sleeves. Turn your back to the snow and dance.
Turn left and right, never tired.
Translation:
Double sleeves dance in the drums, like snowflakes dancing in the air, like grass dancing in the wind, even the speeding wheels feel slower than her, even worse than the rapid whirlwind.
Turn left and right tirelessly for thousands of weeks.
3. "Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords."
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Yao, like a lead bullet, stood above nine days, and jumped on the wings of the dragon as quickly as an angel.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
Translation:
The light of the sword is dazzling, like Houyi shooting for nine days, and the dance is vigorous and agile, like a dragon flying up.
When dancing, the sword is like thunder, which makes people hold their breath. When dancing, it is very calm, like the waves of the river and the sea.
4. "Jade Girl Dancing Clothes"
Tang Dynasty: Li Taixuan
The dance is scattered with the wind and collected, and the song is like rhyme.
Thousands of times I went to the music festival to write lyrics, and my eyes flowed into my temples like waves.
Translation:
Women's dancing moves are scattered in the wind, graceful figures are put away, and songs are as powerful, rhythmic and melodious as musical instruments.
She uses her eyes to dance to convey her feelings, and her charming eyes between her hair temples are as clear as water waves and fascinating.
5. Drink four bright moons alone (I)
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Translation:
I put a pot of wine among the flowers and poured it myself. I don't have any relatives or friends around me.
Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, reflect on me, and you will become three people.
The moon can't appreciate the joy of drinking, and the shadow can only follow me silently.
For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry.
I sing poetry, the moon lingers with me, dancing and dancing, and the shadow lingers with me.
Share joy with you when you are awake, and go your separate ways when you are drunk.
I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
2. Write a poem about dance: ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Floating back to the light snow will give Youlong a smile surprise. As soon as the little hand falls, another village will have a bright future, and the skirt -Bai Juyi's Song of Clothes)
Jump the hub with a treasure ring to make your feet colorful and your boots soft. -Liu Yanshi's "Wang Zhongcheng's Home Watching Night Dance Hu Teng"
From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string. -Wang Chang's Dance Poetry
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
Tile a brocade feast and beat the drums three times as a reminder. The red candle moves the peach leaves and the purple shirt moves the branches. The hip flower hung with cymbals is heavy on the waist, and the hat becomes a golden bell on the snow surface. You can't stay at the end of the song, and sex is sent to the balcony. -Bai Juyi's "Zhe Zhi Ji"
The drums made my waist soft and sweaty. -Liu Yuxi's "He Letian Zhezhi"
The red banquet has a painting hall, and the little prostitute dresses up as a dance reminder. Beaded hats listen to songs, brocade boots beat drums. -Zhang Hu's Zhezhi
Draw drums, drag rings and brocade arms, and change little moths into dance clothes. The golden silk is foggy and the red shirt is thin, and the silver vine has purple flowers. -"Geisha with Double Dancers and Philosophers"
Micro-motion Cui E throws away the old state and slowly covers Tan Kou's new words. The guests watched the dance and despised Yun Qi, but went to Wang Xiang's dream. -"General Li Zhezhi"
The poem about dance is 1. Dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.
2. Shuilongyin
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Plain muscle is innocent and comes 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.
3. Lotus picking dance
Gong Rui Yuen Long. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times. Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of the warbler is squeaky. Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged. But driving in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.
Author: Du Fu
On October 19, the second year of Dali, Quefu drove to the mansion to see the sword-dancing device of Li Linying's twelve niangs, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang."
In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded it while watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng, and I made a clear file. Since Gaochou Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, they have been admired by people. Xiao is a dancer, but at the beginning, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white. Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk as a sword.
Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows.
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 a shot of nine days, as swift as a dragon on the front wing of an angel;
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 later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun.
The golden millet piled nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is 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.
4. The poem about dance is 1, and Zhu Huozhao is a beautiful woman, who will be deeply invited to a blind date.
At first, my mind will be in a mess, and it's not my son's fault who wants it. 2, the Millennium wants to coagulate grass, Jin Yuzhu surrounds the bridal chamber.
Two hearts and one shadow all belong to the item, and I don't forget to send my love to Jun Jun. 3. The cold night is low, and the beauty knows the beauty.
Even if you go to Dan, don't move. Enjoy long sleeves. 4, the dance turns back to tea, and the song gathers green cymbals.
The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 5, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty and innocent, and Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi.
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.
6. Picking lotus and dancing in Gong Rui Pear Garden. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times.
Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of the warbler is squeaky.
Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged.
But driving in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
7. Object-chanting poems and dance poems are pitifully called "February 28th". They are like Hong Fei who defeated He Yang's words section by section. They secretly take a stand with Huainan. Look at the shoes when you enter the business, your wrist is swaying, and your shirt is satisfied with the wind. Why do you have to get up when you are a guest? Crows don't want to end it. 8. Dance Poetry () The sleeves are fragrant, and the red fragrance lingers in autumn smoke.
The wind is shaking on the light cloud ridge, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pool. 9. "Song of Lady Gong Sun's Female Students Dancing Daggers" On October 19th, the second year of Du Fu's calendar, Wei Fulin's house watched Twelve Niangs dancing swords, which was magnificent.
Ask his teacher, and say: Foolish disciple Gong Sundaniang. In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded the vigor of Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng.
When you are frustrated, you are the only one. Since Gaochou Yichun Liyuan, the people of Erjifang have worshipped outside, Xiao is a dancer, and the first emperor Gongsun is just one person.
Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave.
Caress generously, talk like a sword. Zhang Xushan, a former Wu man, wrote cursive calligraphy posts and tasted swordsmanship in Xihe, Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved, and he is grateful.
That is, gongsun knows! 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.
It is as bright as an archer shooting down nine suns in the sky, and as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She begins to vent her anger like a thunderbolt, and ends up like a shining calm of rivers and oceans. 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, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun. There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
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.
10, colorful plumage and Wei Bai Juyi, I accompanied Xian Di to a dinner 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, who was a dancer before the incident, didn't wear fashionable 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.
Zheng Xiao and the flute are mixed with each other, and their voices are swaying with a flick of their fingers. Scatter six plays without moving clothes, and the balcony does not fly.
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break 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 smoke moth is at a loss, 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 Aiqiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. Exquisite and graceful, thank you Zheng, and talk about your life.
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.
Wen Jun, whose ministry is full of musicians, asked if there were 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, I seem to see the shape and quality. 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.
I've never heard of you, breaking the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat. I'll never see my poem again, and I haven't finished filming the song "Love in a Dress".
Everything has its owner, and Yang created the sound spectrum and wealth. 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.
1 1, lyrics Liu Yuxi went out of the Chunjiang levee, and the girls on the levee held hands. After singing all the new words, I can't see. The tree is singing in the red window.
12, Kong's "Pingyang Ci" first "Step on Ci" has: "Fengyang girl steps on Chunyang, stepping on Pingyang wins her hometown. Don't forget to dance your sleeves and bow your waist, and the street west hooks people's intestines. "
13, partridge day-Yan Dao Ji's colorful sleeves were attentive to the jade clock, but in those days, she was drunk and blushed. She is dancing low in the heart of the willow building and singing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. After parting, she recalled meeting you and had several soul dreams with you. Tonight, I am still afraid that the meeting was a dream. At the end of autumn, the banquet was full of flowers.
Graceful as Lan Diancui, Wan Ru Youlong leads. The more gorgeous, the more beautiful.
The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. Low lotus waves, messy snow lingering in the wind.
When I fall, I flow and I want to return to the air. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.
15, Bai Juyi, a geisha in drepung monastery, put on a brocade banquet, and struck three times to draw a drum. The red candle moves the peach leaves and the purple shirt moves the branches.
The hip flower hung with cymbals is heavy on the waist, and the hat becomes a golden bell on the snow surface. You can't stay at the end of the song, and sex is sent to the balcony.
16, dance music. Mi Bai said that Li Bai sang green songs and had white teeth, and North America was adjacent to the east.
Sing a white song and stop drowning, dragon.
5. What is the poem about dancing? 1. Dance with a low heart and sing at the bottom of a peach blossom fan.
2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes.
3. The red yarn learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spinning dress is dyed like a palace.
4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.
6. Dance back to tea and gather green cymbals. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.
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. On the balcony of the new building, Xiao Juanjuan is singing and dancing. The sudden rush waved the shirt, revealing half a shoulder. (Xue Neng's "Zhe Zhi Ci")
9. From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string. (Wang Chang's "Dance Poetry")
65438+ (Bai Juyi's "Coat Song")
6. However, before she began to walk towards us, we called for a thousand times and urged for a thousand times, a poem describing the dance, especially how beautiful she looked. When she opened the pearly window, she half covered her face and frowned deeply.
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much? Two bends are like an eyebrow, a pair of eyebrows seem to be happy but not happy, and their eyes are full of sadness. This is a disease. Tears a little, breath slightly.
When you are free, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, and when you act, it looks like a weak willow tree. The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.
Take care of the city first, then the country. If porcelain lips are beautiful, cherry blossoms are bright, teeth are bright, smiles are clever, eyes are beautiful, willow slender waist is too long and restoration is too short; Zhu Shi is too red and too pink. Willow eyebrows, almond eyes, cherry small mouth, willow waist, pen holder, loud voice.
When the powder is fragrant, it is weak and lonely. Looking back and smiling, it is charming and moving, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace have faded into nothingness. I was full of Dan gas, but my eyebrows were not drawn, so I stopped swinging and got up to adjust my slender hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame.
Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. The so-called beauty should take flowers as the appearance, birds as the sound, the moon as the god, jade as the bone, ice and snow as the skin, autumn water as the posture and poetry as the heart.
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses. Full of palaces and slender waists.
You can't be old until you are old. She just got married and tied her hair in a bun.
The first time I learned to make up seriously, just like a beautiful figure drawn from a sculptor or sculptor, my face showed a kind of fear and shame. Every gesture is very charming and lovely.
Pale eyebrows like autumn water, jade muscles with breeze, Ying Ying dances beautifully and has a soft waist. Zhang Tailiu, Zhaoyangyan.
Dressed in gold, the banquet is a golden contest. Gu Xiang bricklaying, silk tube initial adjustment, leaning against the wind and wearing a ring.
When you first enter the dress, you will be promoted. Be brave and gradually push the sandalwood board.
Slowly down Xia Xia's sleeve, ran to Lian Bu, and advanced and retreated in a strange way. Not only that, it's heartbreaking to look back.
Listen to the clang of iron rings. Laugh at the spring peaches, the clouds pile up green buns, the lips open cherry blossoms, and the teeth spit durian. The slim waist is clear, the return air dances with snow, the pearls are bright, and the forehead is full of goose yellow. The water chestnut leaves are lingering in the wind, and the boat wears deep in the lotus. Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water.
When you are among the flowers, you should be angry and happy. You should wander by the pool if you can fly. The moth is laughing and laughing, but there will be nothing to say. Lianbu is moving and waiting to stop. I admire each other's goodness, beauty and sparkling articles. The most important thing is that I look back and smile, and all kinds of customs are between my eyebrows. Blush, earrings and pearls swaying.
The cloud is soaked in ink, and the head is stuck in the phoenix. The green onion and jade fingers are like orchids, and the three-inch golden lotus is like a gold ingot.
Cloud sleeves lightly move butterfly dance, slim waist slowly twist silk sash. I love your beautiful face, beautiful attitude and beautiful phoenix. In fact, Chun Mei is covered with snow. Because it is clean, autumn chrysanthemum is frosty. Because it is quiet, the pine tree is empty. Because it is beautiful, it reflects the pond. As it writes, it swims in the winding swamp. As its soul, it shoots cold rivers on the moon. It should be ashamed of writing. So is this beauty! When you left Washington, you suddenly came out of the greenhouse. But when you walk, the bird is startled by the tree and you arrive at the cloister. The fairy clothes floated at first, smelling musk and orchid flowers, and the clothes moved. - .
Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao. As light as Yun Zheyue, swaying as the wind flowing back to the snow.
Looking from a distance, if the sun shines; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements.
Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed. If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead.
The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help.
Elegant, elegant and quiet. Tender as water, charming language.
(Luo Shenfu) The forest is gloomy and foggy, and the fragrance is still there. I've never seen it.
The flowers are huge, white and blue, and the four petals are opposite. If you want to cross your hands, it's more like a blue and white bowl. The clouds return to the cave, the flowers are silent, the smoke fills the forest, the mountains sink far away, and a crescent moon gradually dawns.
Far away, I saw him coming. Alone, blue shirt flying, Ying Ying looked away.
Wild mountain flowers suddenly danced into a huge whirlwind in the wind. The shadow is oblique and the fragrance is floating. Every plum blossom dances like a white butterfly in the moonlight. The red peony in Wei Zi is noble and melancholy. The red peony is gentle and elegant, the pale yellow rose is delicate and charming, the white lily is pure and elegant, and the pink cherry blossoms are bright and sad ... They fell down one after another when I turned around, and the red one was covered when I came.
"Knowing that the snow is heavy at night, sometimes I can hear the sound of bamboo folding", "Like a spring breeze, it blows open the petals of Wanli tree at night", "The brand wind shakes bamboo and opens the door of mountain snow" and "Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats and have blown down Xuanyuantai." Poems about snow are full of vitality. Mochow spent three or nine hours flying flowers and dancing in Longlin all night.
Shan Ye velvet is covered with a thick quilt, and trees are covered with fine gauze. The urchin is busy attacking Ryan's base, and his friends are surrounded by tea.
Where is the jade ice muscle? I like watching grass sprout.
7. A poem about dance, Jade Girl Dresses and Dances-Tang Taixuan's dance moves with the wind, and his singing sounds very rhyming. Thousands of times I went to the music festival to write lyrics, and my eyes flowed into my temples like waves.
Cao Yu's Nineteen Dances —— Tang Yuanzhen was so anxious to control the QingNong frequency that his dancing clothes were tied. Affectionate solo, staggered sleeves. You can turn the wind back into snow. Persistence is often complicated.
"Changsha No.9 went to the East Building to watch the dance" —— Don Li Qunyu Part I: There are beautiful women in the south, dancing lightly. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. Graceful as Lan Diancui, Wan Ru Youlong leads. The more gorgeous, the more beautiful. Second: the slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture is over. Low lotus waves, messy snow lingering in the wind. When I fall, I flow and I want to return to the air. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.
"Dancing in Chen's Courtyard"-graceful and graceful, with beautiful sleeves like jade. A dance was taught in the backyard, which broke the unknown.
Song and Dance-Don Li Shangyin stopped Yun Ge's bell and danced back into the snow. As long as the monarch flows, he will be utterly defeated and ruined.
Poetry of Harmonious Song and Dance —— In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Yu Xin's bridal chamber was filled with flowers and candles. Yan danced. Follow the footsteps. In a low voice, loudly. Step by step. This shirt is not finished yet. Luan returns to the mirror full. Hegu city should be tilted. I went to school yesterday. Trust is born in the world.
"Hu-abstain from learning near school"-Tang Bai Juyi Hu, Hu. The heart should be a chord and the hand should be a drum. Double sleeves and drums, snow floating back to dance. 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.
"Tian Meiren dances like a lotus in the north (this song was originally from the same city in the north)"-Tang Meiren 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?
"Dance"-Tang Liqiao's wonderful words travel to the golden valley and enjoy the stone city. Xiayi bench turns, flowers and snow move forward. Qinfeng and Qing, the sound of returning to Luan should be elegant. If you don't want to be heavy, who will enjoy a light waist
"Dance"-Zhang Tang Hu Jingtai is a wonderful dance, and sex is semi-naked. When you twist your waist, your sleeves will fly. The fog is light and red, and the wind is bright and purple. There are not many disciples in the world.
"Mantra Dance"-Tang Xiao Deyang leaned over and hugged Yu Pei, lifted his sleeves and brushed off Luo Yi. Doubt rises on the eaves, and snow flies like flowers.
"Dance"-Don Yang Xidao (Yang Shidao's works) 28 Like snow, three spring flowers are early. Branches turn into candles, a kind of oblique wind.
"chanting and dancing"-Tang Yu-Shi played countless strings in the south and returned to Luan with long sleeves. A couple should be harmonious, but they look like a mirror.
Dancing poetry-Xiao Yan's wrist weakness in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. The body becomes lighter and returns to the vertical. It can be said that writing is self-satisfied. Fang Fang and Xin Zhou * * *.