Du Fu: Song of Dagger Dancing by Lady Sun's Female Disciple
On October 19th, the second year of Dali, Kuifu drove home to see the sword-dancing device of Li Linying Shierniang, which was very powerful. ask
His teacher said: Foolish Gong Sundaniang's disciple is also. In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded in Yancheng to watch Gongsun's sword-dancing device.
Uneasy. When you are frustrated, you are the only one. Gaotou Yichun Liyuan Erjifang is a native of Waichong, and Xiao is a dancer.
At the beginning of the emperor, Sun was alone. Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed. acknowledged
Its origin is unknown. Generous, talk like a sword. Zhang Xushan, a former Wu Man, wrote cursive notes and tasted them several times.
Ye Xian saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe sword, and since then cursive script has improved, so he was very 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 an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
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, with a flick of a finger, the dusty cave of the colossus fainted the royal family.
The performers in the pear garden floated like fog, replaced by women's music, reflecting the cold days.
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.