"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 * * *.
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2. What poems describe "dancing"? 1, "Partridge sky, colorful sleeves, concentrate on holding jade bells"
Song: Yan
Multicolored sleeves hold jade clocks diligently. Those days, I was drunk and red. Dance low and sing peach blossom fan.
Remember to meet each other after parting. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
When I first met you, I was so gentle, beautiful, affectionate and drunk. At night, when the willow branches are opposite to the moon, we begin to dance. We dance and sing heartily until the roof falls from the treetops outside the building at night. We are too tired to shake the peach blossom fan any more.
Since that parting, I have always missed that wonderful meeting. How many times have I hugged you in my dream? Tonight, I hold up the silver lamp and look at you carefully. I'm afraid this meeting will appear in my dream again.
2. Yulou Spring West Lake is full of smoke and waves.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is full of smoke and waves, from north to south. Spring sounds like a swallow in the wind. After the dance, the skirt hung green and the wine blushed.
When the cup is deep, it is slippery. Greed for six flowers and eighteen flowers. In the Ming dynasty, horses and chariots went from west to east, and painting bridges was romantic and melancholy.
The West Lake is vast and misty. Looking in the east, west, north and south directions, there is no bank slope. The flute of silk and bamboo is sad and sways on the lake with the wind. The green skirt floats with charm and hangs down after the dance. When the wine in front of you enters the red lips, it will be fragrant and crimson.
Greedy singers and dancers are fascinated, full of gold cups, ignorant of slipping, extremely sad with joy, thinking about the future North and South. Facing the beautiful scenery and singing and dancing, I can't help feeling blue.
3. "Yu Lou Chun Hong Kuang Xue Dance Soft Waist"
Song: Yan
Red yarn learns to dance with soft waist. Woven dance clothes are dyed in the palace. Woven into a wild goose outside the cloud, dyed as a light spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the peach palace, follow the song. Song of the red sun. When I came back, the wine with double sleeves was scarred, and the fine print was unintentional.
A charming showgirl learns to dance, and her waist is weak; Then, according to the pattern in the palace, he weaved the dance clothes into yarn and bleached and dyed them. The pattern on the dance clothes is woven into a row of geese flying obliquely outside the clouds, and the color is as light as Jiangnan spring water.
In the ballroom, she danced with singing and music; The song and dance of "Cai Yu" is over, and the sun has set. After returning, the wine spilled on the sleeve has become a stain; Tired, I have no intention to spread the sweet words written on the fragrant paper.
4. "Three Memories of Jiangnan"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts; Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!
How beautiful the scenery in Jiangnan is, and the scenery has been familiar for a long time; The sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan? The memory of Jiangnan, how can people not miss Jiangnan; Visit Lingyin Temple, find osmanthus in the bright moon, and lie on it to enjoy the ebb and flow of Qiantang River.
When can I go to play again? The memory of Jiangnan, and then to the memory of Suzhou Wugong; Take a sip of the fine wine and spring bamboo leaves in the Wu Palace and watch the girls in the Wu Palace dance like charming hibiscus. We always meet again in the morning and evening.
5. "When will there be a bright moon?"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, so drunk that I wrote this word and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
3. Poems describing dance: 1. Dance back to tea and sing sad songs.
The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 2, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty or naive, 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.
3. 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?
4. Xue Neng's "Zhezi Ci" is a newly created little Juanjuan who is singing and dancing. The sudden rush waved the shirt, revealing half a shoulder.
5. Gu Kuang's "Wang Langzhong's Five Singing Dances at a Prostitute's Table"? You can't draw new clothes, but silk is urgent and dance clothes are light. There is no shadow around the tree, and the snow is black by the wind.
6, Li Bai's "Koguryo" golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east.
7, Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" There is a beautiful woman in South China, dancing green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers.
Graceful as orchid, like Youlong. The more gorgeous, the front flow stops, and Wu Ji stops white.
The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. Low lotus waves, messy snow glory wind.
When I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.
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.
What does Bai Juyi look like? Unlike Luo Kun and Wan Qi; It should be like a waterfall spring 45 feet before the bright moon in Tiantai Mountain. There are some great articles, white fireworks and snow on the ground.
Who weaves and dresses? Han, a cold girl from Yuexi. Last year, Ambassador China made a statement, and samples fell from the sky.
Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color. Wide-cut shirt sleeve dress, gold barrel ironing knife to cut patterns.
Extraordinary splendor and strange writing set each other off, and the flowers turn around indefinitely. Zhaoyang dancer is deeply in love, and Chunyi is a pair of straight girls.
Sweat is stained with powder, dragging the soil and trampling on the mud without pity. It takes a lot of effort to weave brocade, which is incomparable to silk.
Many women's hands hurt when they are thin, and they can't tie a thousand words. The singers and dancers in Zhaoyang Temple should also cherish the Weaver Maid when they see it.
Song of Eternal Sorrow Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed for beauty enough to shake the whole empire. He reigned for many years and searched everywhere, but found nothing. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Since happiness ended in Mingyue Palace, both the sun and the moon have grown in Pengcai Palace.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Li Baigong's eight poems about the Bank of China, one of which is Xiaojinwu and Ying Ying is in Purple. Baoji puts mountain flowers, and Dianthus embroidered Luo clothes.
Every time I leave the palace, I often walk back with the steps. I'm only worried about singing and dancing and turning into colorful clouds.
Xue Tao's "Try on New Clothes" was originally composed of three songs, the third of which was "Qing Qi", which he once classified as a group of immortals. Every time I go to a palace song and dance concert, I bend over and sing an empty plan.
4. What are the poems about "dance"? 1, dancing with a low heart and singing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. -Yan's "Partridge Day".
Note: I remember that year, you toasted with a jade cup in your hand, which was gorgeous and affectionate; I got drunk after one drink, and my face turned red. Dance until the moon is on the roof, next to the treetops; Enjoy singing and making peach blossom fans. I'm exhausted.
2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"
Note: The sentence "after dancing" followed the sound of the last sentence "Silk Spring" and wrote songs and dances. The last sentence focuses on the charm of dancers, and the name correction focuses on the charm of dancers; The words "red" and "green" are the two most brilliant words in the whole word, which should be regarded as the genius of the whole word.
3, the red dragonfly learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spun dance clothes are dyed like palaces. -Yan's "Lou Yuchun learns to dance with a soft waist"
Note: The dancer has a soft waist and dances like a butterfly.
4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"
Interpretation: When will the singing and dancing of the West Lake stop when it is misty and rainy?
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Interpretation: the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and the emperor never tires of watching dance.
6. Dance back to tea and gather green cymbals. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. -the article "Feeling old and feeling old and 50 rhymes, offering Huainan Li Servant Shooting"
Note: The dancer's tea is turned upside down, which is absolutely 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
Note: Dancing in white like a bird.
8. Too many emotions are dancing in the evening, with the intention of slowing down the song. The wrist is too heavy, the waist feels awkward, the clothes are attracted by the wind, and the feelings are gently shaken. 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
Note: Beauty dances on the palm of her hand.
9. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. As elegant as a dragon. The more gorgeous, the front flow stops, and Wu Ji stops white. The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. Low lotus waves, messy snow glory wind. When I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise. -Li Qunyu's green waist.
Note: Beautiful women are dancing, looking around, full of coquetry. The last sentence uses the words "fly" and "chase", which shows a vivid image of a beautiful woman dancing around her waist, just like blowing in the wind. Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" vividly reproduces the lightness and softness of the green waist, and lets the world know the dance of the green waist.
10. Plain muscle is innocent. You come 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. -Lu Tong's old "Shui Long Yin"
Note: This image contrasts with the haggard and noble image of the poet. Although the snow heron is amphibious, it started and flew away, so the only thing left is the poet. The reason for starting is the cold night, which is very different from the day.
5. The Song of Lady Gongsun's Female Student Dancing Dagger is a poem about dancing Tang Du Fu. A long time ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun, holding a dagger and dancing in all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. So, beautiful as a group of emperors.
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 have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.
The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather. The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the grass rattling on the cliff of Qutang.
At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China. 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.
"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. "Dancing in a Jade Girl's Clothes"-Tang Taixuan's dancing moves with the wind, and his singing sounds like rhyme.
Thousands of times I went to the music festival to write lyrics, and my eyes flowed into my temples like waves. "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. "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 "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. "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. 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. 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 for Zhang"-Don Yang Yuhuan's sleeves are fragrant, and red incense lingers in autumn smoke.
The wind is shaking on the light cloud ridge, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pool. 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 * * *. 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. "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 of Feathers and Harmony-Tang Juyi, I once accompanied Emperor Yuan Xian 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. Xiao, Zheng and flute are mixed, bouncing and swinging.
At the beginning of all French songs, all the music is irregular, only stone, silk and bamboo are the second vocals, and so is the beginning of the dress sequence. ] six plays don't move clothes, the balcony doesn't fly.
There is no beat for six times, so I don't jump. ] In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring.
The middle sequence has a beat, also called the beat sequence. ] gone with the wind back to the snow, to start longitudinal send Youlong surprised.
The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long. [Four sentences are the initial state of dance.
】 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.
[Xu Feiqiong, green sepals, are all female immortals. ] Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and jumping beads shake jade.
【 Dress up QuFan twelve times, over. ] Xiang Luan dance is close to his wings, and the crane song is long.
[Every song will be finished, all the voices will be accelerated, and only the end of the dress will lead to a long voice. ] I was surprised at first sight, and I was not qualified to stare at it.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. Listen to mandrills in the city, and cuckoos crow under the dam.
[Sima wants to transfer from Jiangzhou to Zhongzhou Secretariat. In the second year of Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask my fourth uncle.
Linglong thanked Zheng and Shen life gracefully. Clear strings and brittle pipes make delicate hands, so that you can make beautiful skirts.
[From Linglong to Linglong, they are all prostitutes in Hangzhou. ] 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.
There are many musicians in Wen Jun's Ministry. Are there 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 came from the cloud dream, like a picturesque painting.
I love acquaintance, born in singing and shaped in poetry. Have you noticed that my song broke the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat?
【 everlasting regret 】. ] I don't see it again, I have poetry, and I love it without filming.
[money. Everything has its owner, Yang Chuang's sound spectrum.
[During the Kaiyuan period, it was written by Yang Zaixi Liangfu. ] You said this dance is rare, and 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. [After the death of Fu Tea Lady Xiaoyu, she appeared as the king.
Its mother holds it, and it is like a cloud of smoke. ] Spend a lot of time laughing.