Poetry about dancing 1. A poem praising a flash in the pan
The fragrance is light and thick, so it is often shy.
It is not as white as snow and yellow sand.
Qiongbao blooms in the cage at night.
Looks like a dream.
The stars scattered the flowers.
Quiet and charming
Fang Fei is at home.
Who will deliver the tea tonight?
Pity your gentleness and kindness.
Simple and naive is also by her.
Author: Holly 2005- 12-20 04:00 reply to this speech.
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Catkin warm wind blowing
Peach-red pears are under white light snow.
The common color of peony rose
Close your eyes and smell the epiphyllum in your dreams.
Sad night
Pale, gentle, with the most bleak beauty and the most reluctant to die.
soft
It seems that there are still lingering magnificent old dreams.
However, the broken sound
Wake up suddenly
whether or not
The lonely meteor drifted away at that moment.
Who can?
Stop for a moment and overflow the last glory of life.
The beating of the pulse
Who saw unscrupulous tears flowing silently in the corner?
A moment of youth
Without words, hope lingers.
Look up at the world.
Who is the unique voice of loneliness sung for!
Are you willing to admire yourself?
No one understands my sadness.
Not wine, green flowers and red flowers.
It does not belong to Jinxiu Yao Palace.
The prosperity of Luoyang is not allowed.
The vast silence melted the moonlight.
The fluttering wind is full of tears and hazy eyes.
noble
Can't resist the rush of time.
Why sigh in vain about the irreparable past?
The hateful things have changed, but no one has solved the lonely flower language.
Can anyone hear the resentment and sadness on a spring-like night?
Can anyone hear the helpless beauty withering to pieces?
The coldest and quietest ice palace and snow palace
The sublime pain of solidified epiphyllum
Ju Ping's life.
Disappointment and emptiness
When you leave the water, you are young.
The wind and rain have broken without a trace.
Who can solve my weak flower language on my deathbed?
Who can read my desperate heart:
Life is just a dream.
Where are you going?
Broad-leaved epiphyllum
A lofty dream for half a life,
Overnight, this life is over.
Feng Hua vowed to be with everyone,
No dismemberment.
The fragrance is light and thick, so it is often shy.
It is not as white as snow and yellow sand.
Qiongbao blooms in the cage at night.
Looks like a dream.
The stars scattered the flowers.
Quiet and charming
Fang Fei is at home.
Who will deliver the tea tonight?
Pity your gentleness and kindness.
Simple and naive is also by her. Hehe, that should be enough.
2. Poems describing the waist.
Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Maoliu
Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new. The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Look at the new willow in Linchuan
Sugar crisp rice
I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is near the bridge.
The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke.
The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.
The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
willow
Don
The green belt in willow songs moved away from the Golden Temple and planted in Lv Yun.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist.
willow
Tang Han Gai
The snow is all green and hazy, the warm wind is late, and the early warbler returns.
If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine.
Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.
In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away.
willow
Tang hanhe
The wind and rain are not self-sustaining, and the whole body is unable to hang down to people.
Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin.