a song of dagger-dancing to a girl-pupil of lady gongsun Du Fu
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, as a group of emperors (cān) Long Xiang.
she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.
every way to fight by hand is to show the spirit inside and the safety outside. See it like a good woman, take it away like a tiger (it looks like a gentle woman. When attacked, she immediately reacts quickly and strongly like a threatened tiger). Cloth-shaped waiting for gas, go with God. If it's a day, it's like a rabbit, chasing after the shadow, and if it's like light, it's not as good as the law, and it's not as good as it's forbidden. -Wu's Spring and Autumn Annals sword of the yue maiden
Zhang Sanfeng is pondering the profound meaning contained in these twenty-four words and wondering why Yu Daiyan was injured. What does this matter have to do with the legendary magic weapon, Yi Tianjian and Tu Longdao? I saw that he wrote it again and again, and the 24 words were written over and over again. The strokes were getting longer and longer, but the gestures were getting slower and slower. Later, they opened and closed vertically and horizontally, just like throwing their fists. Zhang Cuishan watched intently, and his heart was pleasantly surprised. Together, the 24 words written by Master are clearly a set of extremely bright martial arts. Each word contains several moves, and there are several changes. There are many strokes of the word "dragon" and "front", but few strokes of the word "knife" and "lower", but the strokes are too numerous to be aware of, and the strokes are too few to see their ugliness, and their contraction is dignified, like the flexion of an inchworm, and their vertical strength is also dangerous, such as the escape of a cunning rabbit, dripping and hearty, vigorous and vigorous, and elegance floating like the wind, like snow dance. Zhang Cuishan was dazzled, then absorbed in memory. There are two words "no" and two words "heaven" in these twenty-four words, but the two words are written in the same form with different meanings, and the spirit is similar but the spirit is not similar. The wonderful change is another achievement. In recent years, Zhang Sanfeng rarely showed his martial arts. Most of the two young disciples, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu, were taught by Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou. Therefore, although Zhang Cuishan was his fifth disciple, he was actually a close disciple who personally taught martial arts. In the past, Zhang Cuishan didn't come to cultivate himself. Although I saw Master perform katar, I failed to deeply understand its profoundness. In recent years, he has made great progress in martial arts. On this night, the two of them were even more sympathetic, and their feelings were one. They were saddened by the chaos and depressed by the poison. Zhang Sanfeng, in love, performed these 24 words as a set of martial arts. At the beginning of his writing, he didn't intend to, but it was a coincidence that Zhang Cuishan saw him behind the column. Both master and apprentice are intoxicated, immersed in the realm of combining martial arts with calligraphy and forgetting things and me. This set of boxing, Zhang Sanfeng turned over and over again, and played for more than two hours. When the moon surged into the sky, he let out a long whistle and drew his right palm straight down. When it was really a star sword, it was like an arrow, and whether it was overwhelmed or not, the electricity could not fly. This has always been the last stroke of the word "Feng". --------"The Dragon Slayer by Eternal Adversity" 2. Poems of Sword Dancing
Poems of Sword Dancing include: Observing Gong Sundaniang's disciple's swordsmanship, walking in the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu and there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, and dancing with a sword in all directions.
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, there are disciples who pass on fragrance.
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 toppled 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.
The top of Dengpan Mountain is bright, and the frost corner of Qi Jiguang is full of vegetation mourning, and the clouds are facing the stone gate. The wine can't get drunk by the north wind, and the fallen leaves come to countless crows.
However, it doesn't hinder the white-haired and old-fashioned talents. I am the one who is on the peak of Le Ming, so General Li dances on the sword platform.
Seven Words, Spring, Leisure, Falling Flowers, Tang Lu Yanchun, Leisure, Falling Flowers, and a sword dance. Always worry about the day, and time is running out, and every time you hate the sky, you will get credit.
this ambition does not seek fame and profit, but Yuan Xin only yearns for water and happiness. There are thousands of ups and downs in the world, and who can be like my home?
Ge Xiong women's sword dance song Yuan Chou Yuan Gejia's daughter is fourteen or fifteen, and she doesn't learn needles from boudoir. Embroidered all over the body with the text of Jiao Guo, holding Tai 'a dance with bare hands.
The red handkerchief is wrapped in brocade, and he speaks the language of Chang 'an Ranger. The side is as agile as a bird, and the eyes are as brave as a stork.
Is the cloud window and fog pavilion heartless? It's not beautiful and rough. Huangtang Zhang Yan lights candles, and his ears are noisy and tired of singing and drums.
It is said that Ge Shi is good at sword dancing, and once paid homage to the pear garden. When the jacket is over, it will be a feast, and the strong man will increase the male and the coward will fall.
I pity a healthy woman more than a husband, but I want to be arrogant like a virgin. Andrew's army is like a lady, and the straight gas end can win Qin Chu.
I'm only worried about General Pei, and Gong Sundaniang is sweating like rain. 3. Who can help me make a poem with "the breeze between my fingers"? There is no limit to the style.
I will wash away my homesickness tears, and I won't feel my heart is broken when I wake up.
the breeze between your fingers cuts the moss, and Mo Yan returns.
Relying on the sword in the south of the Yangtze River, a heroic woman who has been ashamed of both civil and military affairs for half her life
A breeze cuts her hair through her fingers
Talking and laughing about Pojun's knowledge of the world
Looking back on a gentleman
Leaving only a beautiful woman to sigh
In the past, her mouth was better than a sword
Now innocence can hurt people
Childishness can reduce the hero's jealousy
Delightfulness can attract bees and butterflies
Don't ask.
people are not drunk, and the scenery melts into the sunset?
it's a sandstorm.
Farewell is disconsolate, and the shadows are cut off?
flowers are flying in late spring and April