1. The sleeves of Luo are moving and fragrant, and the red scent is lingering in the autumn smoke. The wind is shaking on the light Yunling, and the water is blowing at the edge of the tender willow pool.
2. There are beautiful women in the South China, dancing lightly with green waist. At the end of the autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. As graceful as orchid, like Youlong.
3. Double Butterfly Embroidered Luo Skirt, Dongchi Banquet, First Meeting. The vermicelli is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and spring. Look closely at all the good places, people are humane, and the waist is slim. Yesterday, the mountains were in a daze, and when I came, my clothes were on the clouds.
Poems describing dance include Du Fu's "Watching Gong Sundaniang's Disciples Dance with Sword and Instruments" and Bai Juyi's "Dancing Song of Dress and Feather", almost all of which describe the beauty and magnificence of dance.
Here's "Watch Gong Sundaniang's Disciple's Sword Dancing":
there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters. An audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.
which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons. She began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.
but vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame. This beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way.
and while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come. There were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun.
fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, the wind and dust shook the royal family. Disciples in Liyuan scattered like smoke, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun.
there are man-size trees by the Emperor's Golden Tomb, Qutang Shicheng grass is bleak. The song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising.
and I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair.
Reference
Du Fu. Du Gongbu Collection. Shanghai: Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House, 23-1-1 2. Poems urgently needed to praise children's dance
Listen! That's a song that everyone loves.
Look! It was a dance that everyone skipped.
Now, the voice and the dance are dancing before our eyes.
They are a group of children who dare to compete with spring.
On their faces,
we see the vitality;
On their faces,
we see vitality;
On their faces,
we see joy.
Their every step is so light and joyful.
Chubby little hands are swinging in the air.
That's living flowers in bud.
They are constantly releasing joy,
without reservation.
Sweat drops down.
With a wave of his hand,
it starts again.
The whole room can smell fresh and full of vitality.
Take a deep breath.
A breath of fresh air rushes all over the body.
This is them,
a group of children who dare to compete with spring. 3. Ancient poems describing dance
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the hall is full of photos, and the seats are beautiful. 2, the waterspout Lu Tong old muscle is not dirty and naive, and Xiao Lai Yu Li Yao Chi.
graceful and green cover, ying ying is plain, and make-up is clean when washing. It's too liquid to turn over, and it's time to dance.
It's still the same, and the fragrance of the old days is weak, and the flowers are not like it, which makes people haggard. Want to call fairy ling bo.
the boat is flat and the waves are thousands of miles away. I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the Ming dynasty is falling.
the moon is full of sadness, and the dew is scattered, so who leans against the small aperture? * * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and the night is cold.
3. Picking lotus flowers and dancing in Langyuan Palace. Listen to Jun Tiandi's music and know him several times.
contention is like the world, a new biography of picking lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the warbler's tongue is squeaky.
free and unfettered smoke and waves are bound. Helpless day order, already urged the class to turn.
but driving a colorful phoenix, hibiscus looks forward to it. May I accompany you to this banquet every year.
4. Xue Neng's "Zhezhi Ci" is a new building with a small singing and dancing. The sudden rush swayed, and the shirt was half off the shoulder.
5. Gu Kuang's "Five Poems and Dances for Prostitutes in Wang Langzhong"? The new clothes can't be painted, but the silk is urgent and the dance clothes are light. There is no shadow around the tree, and the snow is dark from the wind.
6. Li Bai's "Koguryo" has a golden flower with a hood, and a white horse with a small delay. Dancing with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from Haidong.
7. Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" has a beautiful woman in the south, dancing lightly with a green waist. At the end of the autumn, the banquet is full of flowers.
It flutters like orchid, just like Youlong's lift. The more gorgeous it is, the front stream will stop, and Wu Ji will stop white.
you can't be poor in a slow state, but you will end up in a complicated posture. Low back lotus waves, messy snow glory wind.
when I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to make it empty. Only worry can't catch it, and fly away to catch the surprise.
there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters. An audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.
The twinkling of an eye is like the setting of nine days, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons; She began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea. But vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame.
this beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way. And while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come.
there were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun. Fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, the dusty cave fainted the royal family.
instead of the Pear-Garden Players, who have blown by like a mist, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun. Jinsudui Nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is bleak.
the song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising. And I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair.
what does Bai Juyi look like? Unlike Luo Kun and Wan Qi; It should be like the 45-foot waterfall spring in front of the bright moon in Tiantai Mountain. There are articles that are fantastic, with white fireworks and snow on the ground.
who weaves and who dresses? Han Gongji, a cold girl from Yuexi. Last year, the Chinese ambassador made a statement, and the samples were woven from the sky.
Weave it as autumn geese flying outside the clouds, and dye it as Jiangnan spring water color. Wide-cut shirt sleeve long skirt, golden bucket ironing knife to cut patterns.
extraordinary splendour and strange writing are reflected in each other, but it is uncertain to look at the flowers from the side. Zhaoyang dancers are deep in kindness, and spring clothes are a pair of straight daughters.
sweat and powder stains are no longer there, and there is no pity in dragging the soil and stepping on the mud. It takes a lot of effort to weave brocade, which is incomparable with silk.
many women's hands hurt when they are thin, and it takes a thousand words to tie up. Singing and dancing people in Zhaoyang Temple should also cherish when they see weaving.
Song of Eternal Sorrow Bai Juyi china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding. Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her.
but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin. And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains. But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night. There were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body.
The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. Sisters and brothers are all in the country, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan.
she brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy. ...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes.
of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough. Till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
the Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest. The imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate.
the men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows. Flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird.
the Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears. Was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line.
under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight. But as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days.
he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast. And when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away.
from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?. Ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital.
the pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows. But a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?.
peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains. The Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away.
Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;. Over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..
bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn. And the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, jade is cold, who is with * * *.
with the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams. At Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind.
Show your thoughts for the king, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere.
above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for. And then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, a part of the intangible and incorporeal world.
with pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro. And of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought.
so he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect. And the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy.
she pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, and opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen. Yunji is half new to sleep, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace.
while a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. And the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear.
but love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting. In since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, the sun and the moon are long in Pengcai Palace.
but when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust. So she took out, with emotion, the pledges he had given, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin.
but kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box. "Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely.
and she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts. On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world.
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.
Li Baigong's eight lines of Chinese music, one of which is a small niche in the golden house, ying ying is in the purple. Mountain flowers are put in baoji, and Dianthus embroidered Luo clothes.
every time I go out of the palace, I often walk back. I only worry about singing and dancing and turning into colorful clouds.
Xue Tao's new clothes-making system was initially composed of three songs, the third of which was a clear instrument, and he once put the jade and wisdom into practice. Every time I go to the palace song and dance concert, I bend my back and sing empty words. Last night, the Wang Changling Spring Palace song was exposed, and the moon in Weiyang Qiandian was high.
Pingyang song and dance is a new favorite, and it is spring outside the curtain. 4. What are the sentences about children dancing? 1. She danced like a beautiful butterfly and twisted like a graceful wicker. The beauty was intoxicating.
2. Suddenly, the sleeves swing away, and the sleeves dance. It seems that there are countless petals fluttering down in the air, swaying and dragging, holding a wisp of agarwood.
3. Dance is a rhythmic step, just as poetry is a rhythmic style.
4. Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breath and the rhythm of your life. It is also an expression of time, action, happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
5. The colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently. In those days, I was drunk and red. Dancing from the late evening of the month of the willow shoot, until the roof of the roof falls outside the late night, we heartily dance singing, exhausted tired to the inability to shake the peach fan. After parting, remember meeting. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. Tonight, I lift the silver lamp to look at you, but also afraid this meeting is in a dream.
6. I continue to dance, the eternal dance of creation, and the creator and creation blend into complete joy. I kept dancing, dancing … dancing, until there was only … dancing.
7. She uses her long eyebrows, eyes, fingers and waist; With the flowers in her bun and the pleated skirt around her waist; With her fine steps and ringing bells, she moves slowly like a light cloud and whirls like a whirlwind, dancing out the joys and sorrows of the poem.
8. She is a lively and lovely little girl with a white oval face and a pair of watery eyes under curved eyebrows. She loves singing and dancing, and even joined the school dance team! She is wearing that dress with red and white flowers, and when she dances, she moves beautifully!
9. She was dressed in a scarlet dress, with a sparrow feather in her head, a long veil, and silver cymbals on her bare feet, dancing with the beat dancing. She dances like a dream. Her joints are as flexible as a snake and can twist freely.
1. The slim Luo Yi flutters from the wind, and the long sleeves around the wind cross left and right. An endless stream of gestures fluttered and scattered, and the tortuous figure and hands and feet merged.
11. Dancing is an art, with graceful dancing, which gives people a beautiful edification, graceful and fascinating. Looking at the beautiful dance, I was really envious, so I stepped into the career of learning dance.
12. I saw the little girl raise her hands, tiptoe and make a rotation like leaving her head. At this time, she is like a swan flying in the air; Like a peacock dancing on the ground.
13. Your dancing is light, your body is as light as a swallow, your body is as soft as a cloud, your arms are as soft as bones, and you dance like a lotus flower step by step, like butterflies dancing among flowers, like flowing water, like the bright moon in the mountains, like the morning light in an alley, like the round dew at the tip of a lotus leaf.
14. This dance pays attention to elegant manners, brisk steps and beautiful sense of dance. The accompaniment of this dance is Beethoven's Moonlight Music. The rhythm of this song is very fast, so it is very difficult to dance!
15. We find that they are not only gods and people, but also animals, plants and animals: such as the lotus flowers, the deer's galloping and leaping, and the peacock's strutting, all of which can be described incisively and vividly. 5. Children's poems describing dancing
1. Dancing down the heart of the willow building and singing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. -Yan Jidao's Partridge Day.
2. After the dance, the skirt is green and drooping, and the wine is blushing. -Ouyang Xiu's
3. Hong Kong learns to dance with a soft waist, and her spinning dance clothes are dyed like a palace. -Yan Jidao's
4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Lin Sheng's titled Lin 'an Mansion
5. of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow"
6. The dance turns back to tea, and the song is sorrowful. The hall is full of bright lights, and the seats are beautiful. -Wen tingyun's "Fifty Rhymes of Feeling Old and Feeling Old"
7. The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dancing with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from Haidong. -Li Bai's "Koguryo"
8. Emotions are too late to dance, and the intention is to slow down the song. It is too heavy to raise the wrist, and the waist feels awkward, and the clothes are attractive and the feelings are lightly shaken. Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, string surprised snow sleeve late. Sing one by one, you will lose your hands and listen to the music. I'm so sad, and I'm so sad. Stay at dusk, love this time. -He Xun's Poem on Maiko
9. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing lightly with green waist. At the end of the autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. As graceful as orchid, like Youlong. The more gorgeous it is, the front stream will stop, and Wu Ji will stop white. The slow state cannot be poor, and the complex posture bends to the end. Low back lotus waves, messy snow glory wind. When I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it. Only worry can't catch it, and fly away to catch the surprise. -Li Qunyu's "Green Waist"
1. Plain muscles are innocent and innocent, and dawn comes to the jade pool. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, clean when making up. It's too liquid to turn over, and it's time to dance. Still, the old fragrance is light powder, the flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. Want to call fairy ling bo. Pan-boat, waves thousands of miles. I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the Ming dynasty is falling. The moon shadow is sad, the dew is scattered, and who leans on the small aperture. * * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and the night is cold. -Lu Tonglao's "Shui Long Yin" 6. What are the sentences describing children learning to dance
Describe learning to dance?