1. Poems about describing dance
Poems about describing dance 1. Ancient poems about dancing
1. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song is sad. Cuidian.
The whole hall is full of sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures. 2. The water dragon chants and Lu Tong, an old man with simple skin and innocent skin, comes to the Yuli Yao Pond at dawn.
The pavilion is covered with emerald green, full of dimples, and the make-up is washed away in time. The Taiye ripples, the neon clothes are dancing, the soul is broken and the water flows.
The old days are still fragrant and pink, the flowers are not the same, and the people are haggard. I want to call Fairy Lingbo.
The boat is like a boat, and the waves are thousands of miles. I just worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the bright stars are falling randomly.
The shadow of the moon is melancholy, the dew is scattered, who can lean on the small lantern. ***Fangmeng, there are still amphibious snow egrets, startled by the cold night.
3. Picking Lotus and Wurui Palace in Langyuan. Listen to Emperor Juntian's music and know him several times.
Fighting like the world, a new song of picking lotus. The willow waist is light and the oriole's tongue is chirping.
Who will tie you to the carefree mist? Helpless, Tianjie has already urged the class to change.
But riding on the colorful luan, the hibiscus looks sideways. I hope to accompany you to this banquet every year.
4. Xue Neng's "Zhezhi Ci" On the balcony of the new residence, Xiao Chanjuan sings and dances. The rush is swaying, and the shirt is half off the shoulders.
5. Gu Kuang's "Five Odes and Dances at the Prince's Courtesan's Prostitute's Table" Khan? The new clothes cannot be painted, and the silk is in a hurry and the dance clothes are light. There is no doubt that the fallen flowers surround the tree, but there is a feeling of love in the wind when returning to the snow.
6. Li Bai's "Gaoguli" The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance gracefully with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from the east.
7. Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" There is a beauty in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist. Hua Yan Jiuqiu twilight, flying sleeves blowing over the clouds and rain.
As graceful as orchids and green twigs, like a floating dragon. The more beautiful the river is, the more beautiful it is. The more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is.
The slow state cannot be exhausted, and the complicated postures will eventually end. The low lotus breaks through the waves, and the snowy wind is messy.
When I fell into Er, I looked forward to it, and when I repaired my train, I wanted to see the sky. I'm worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch it.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun. She moved her sword in all directions with her sword dance. The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.
It shines like Yi shooting down the nine-sunset sky, and is as powerful as the dragons flying among the emperors. It comes like thunder and then calms down its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea. Her crimson lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance.
The beautiful lady Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song. After having questions and answers with me, I felt more sad and sad.
The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship. In the past fifty years, the royal family has been dimmed by dust and dust.
The children of the Liyuan are scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflect the cold sun. The piles of golden millet and southern trees have been arched, and the grass in Qutang's stone city is bleak.
The Dai Feast is about to come to an end, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow. I don't know where I'm going, and I'm worried about my illness.
How does Bai Juyi's Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling look like him? It is not like Luo Xiao and Dan Qi; it should be like the forty-five-foot waterfall in front of the bright moon on Tiantai Mountain. There are wonderful articles in it, and the ground is covered with white fireworks and snow.
Who weaves clothes and who clothes them? The cold girl in Yuexi is the concubine of Han Dynasty. Last year, the envoy issued an edict to take samples from heaven and weave them on earth.
Weaved with the colors of autumn geese flying outside the clouds, dyed with the colors of the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River. Wide-cut shirt and long-sleeved skirt, gold iron ripple cut pattern.
The colorful and wonderful texts are reflected in each other, and the flowers are uncertain when you turn to the side. The dancer in Zhaoyang is full of kindness, and a pair of spring clothes is worth a thousand gold.
No longer stained by sweat, dragging dirt and stepping on mud without regret. The achievement of weaving silk silk is nothing more than that of ordinary silk silk.
Many women’s hands hurt from the delicate silk, and a thousand sounds are not enough. If you see the singers and dancers in Zhaoyang Palace weaving, you should feel sorry for them.
Song of Everlasting Regret by Bai Juyi The Emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with sex and his country was overwhelmed with love, and he couldn’t get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back, I smile with all my beauty, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter lifted her up weakly. It was the beginning of a new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent is a warm spring night. The spring night is short and the sun rises high. From now on, the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and spring travels from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love each other.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is full of drunkenness and spring. Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and the poor and glorious family is born.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as a boy, but to be reborn as a girl. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, The king is not satisfied with it all day long. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest. The green flowers waver and stop, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The six armies had no choice but to turn their eyebrows around and die in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the green gorse jade scratches the head.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed together. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with you day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu. He hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback.
When I return, the ponds and gardens are still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows. How can I not shed tears about this?
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples of Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of Jiaofang is old. The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold. Who cares?
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.
In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, both places are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. The mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them. There is a character in the book who is too true, with snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and if you turn to the small jade, you will be rewarded with double success. Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the silver screen of pearls and foils spreads out. The cloud bun is half-way up to sleep, and the flower crown is not neatly arranged when I come down to the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
I look at the king with affection, and my voice and appearance are blurred once I say goodbye. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Pengcai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world where people live, I can’t see Chang’an but the dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpin is sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin to form a fan, break the gold hairpin into two halves. But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with great care and sincerity. In the words, I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, in the middle of the night when no one was whispering.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth, I wish to be a twig. The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever.
Li Baiguang’s eight poems for traveling music. The little niche is like a golden house, full of purple microorganisms. Mountain flowers are placed in the bun, and carnations are embroidered on the robe.
Every time I leave the deep palace, I always follow the chariot back home. I just worry about the singing and dancing disappearing, turning into colorful clouds flying.
Xue Tao tried out the new clothes and cut them into three pieces. The three long trains were originally Shangqingyi, and he once chased the immortals to carry Yuzhi. Every time there is a song or dance in the palace, we bend down and sing the spring palace song of Wang Changling in Buxuci. Last night the wind opened the peach trees in the well, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.
Pingyang singing and dancing are new favorites, and spring is coming outside the curtain.
2. 10 poems describing dancing
1. Dance low in the heart of the willow tower and sing the wind under the peach blossom fan. ——Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky".
2. The green skirt hangs down from the dance, and the wine is fragrant and the blush is applied. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
3. The waist is soft when learning to dance with red raw silk, and the dance clothes are dyed like a palace. ——Yan Jidao "Spring in the Jade House· The waist is weak when learning to dance in red raw silk"
4. Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? ——Lin Sheng's "Inscription on Lin'an Residence"
5. Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it all day long. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
6. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song is full of sadness and green tints. The whole hall is filled with sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures. ——Wen Tingyun's "Fifty Rhymes of Feelings of Old Love Presented to Huainan Li Pushe"
7. The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance gracefully with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from the east. ——Li Bai's "Gaoguli"
8. The dance is slow due to excessive emotions, and the singing slows down the mood. Raising the wrist feels that the clothes are heavy, turning back the waist to feel the beauty, the elegant clothes are charming, and the belt is light and easy. Love shakes. Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, the string is frightened and the snow sleeves are late. My hands will be fine when singing, and my eyebrows will move when I listen to the music. The eyes are full of emotion, and the eyes are full of words. At dusk, we stay as guests, looking at each other and loving each other at this time. ——He Xun's "Poem of a Dancing Prostitute"
9. There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist. Hua Yan Jiuqiu twilight, flying sleeves blowing over the clouds and rain. It is as graceful as orchids and emerald greens, like a swimming dragon. The more beautiful the river is, the more beautiful it is. The more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is. The slow state cannot be exhausted, and the complicated postures lead to the end. The low lotus breaks through the waves, and the snowy wind is messy. When I fell into Er, I was looking forward to it, and when I was repairing my train, I wanted to see the sky empty. I'm worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch it. ——Li Qunyu's "Green Waist"
10. Pure skin is innocent and innocent, coming to the Yuliyao Pond at dawn. The pavilion is covered with green, full of dimples, and the make-up is washed away in time. The Taiye ripples, the neon clothes are dancing, the soul is broken and the water flows. It still smells like the old days, but the flowers are not the same and the people are haggard. I want to call Fairy Lingbo. The boat is vast and the waves are thousands of miles. I just worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the bright stars are falling randomly. The shadow of the moon is melancholy, the dew is scattered, who can lean on the small lantern. ***Fangmeng, there are still amphibious snow egrets, startled by the cold night. ——Lv Tonglao's "Water Dragon Song"
3. Poems describing dance
After calling for a long time, he came out, especially the beauty half-hiding the pipa, rolled up the bead curtain, sitting deep in frown Emei.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate? The two curves look like frown but not frown, the smoky eyebrows look like joy but not joy, and the expression of the eyes is full of emotion. There is sorrow in both sides, which is a disease of the whole body. Tears a little, panting slightly.
When you are quiet, you are like a beautiful flower shining on the water; when you are moving, you are like a weak willow supporting the wind. The heart is one more orifice than the stems, and the disease is like Xizi, which is three points better.
Look at the beautiful city and then look at the beautiful country. The skin is as beautiful as porcelain, the lips are like cherry blossoms, the bright eyes are white, the teeth are clever, the smile is beautiful, the beautiful eyes are beautiful, the willow trees are tall and graceful. If a slender waist is increased by one part, it will be too long, and if it is reduced by one part, it will be too long. If it is divided, it will be too short; if it is applied with vermilion, it will be too red; if it is applied with powder, it will be too white.
Willow-leaf eyebrows, apricot-core eyes, a small cherry mouth, a willow-slender waist that matches the pen holder, and a voice that speaks like a swallow or a warbler.
The pink fragrance is weak and lonely. When you look back and smile, you will be charming. The pink and black in the sixth house have no color. The mouth is not pointed but contains pills, the eyebrows are not painted but horizontal and green. Stop playing on the swing and stand up to straighten your slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When I see someone coming, my socks and gold hairpin slip away, and I walk away in shame.
Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums. The so-called beauty should use flowers as its appearance, birds as its voice, the moon as its god, jade as its bones, ice and snow as its skin, autumn water as its posture, and poetry as its heart.
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed. The full palace waist is slender.
You have to be old when you are young. Just got aroused by the romance, and the two buns are in the hanging Yang.
When I first started to learn strict makeup, I felt like I was slimming my body, and I was timid about the rain and the clouds of affection. What a charming move.
Her pale eyebrows are like autumn water, her jade muscles are accompanied by the gentle breeze, her waist and limbs are soft as she dances gracefully. Zhang Tailiu and Zhaoyang Yan.
With brocade clothes and crowns and banquets in beautiful halls, this is a place where a rich man is competing for selection. Gu Xiang builds the structure, the silk tube is first adjusted, leaning on the breeze, the wearing ring trembles slightly.
It’s easy to get into the colorful clothes for the first time. Showing off Yingying, gradually urging the sandalwood board.
Slowly drooping the rosy sleeves, rushing towards the lotus steps, advancing and retreating with a thousand changes in appearance. Forget about it, it will overwhelm the country and the city, but looking back temporarily, thousands of people will be heartbroken.
Listen to the sonorous sound of the ring. The dimples are smiling like spring peaches, the clouds are stacked in green buns, the lips are blooming with cherry blossoms, and the pomegranate teeth are fragrant. The slender waist is beautiful, the returning wind is dancing with snow, and the pearls are shining brightly. , the forehead is covered with goose yellow. The lotus leaves are lingering in the wind, and the boat can pass through the depths of the lotus. When Feng Lang wanted to speak, he lowered his head and smiled, while Biyu scratched her head and fell into the water.
It appears among the flowers, it is appropriate to be angry or happy, it lingers on the pond, as if it is flying and flying. It has a frown and a smile, but has said nothing, and its lotus steps suddenly move, waiting to stop and wanting to move. Envy He is of good quality, pure and smooth, I envy him of his fine clothes, and his writing is shining. Most importantly, when he looks back and smiles, all kinds of amorous feelings wrap around his brows. The fragrant cheeks are dyed red, and the pearls in the earrings are swaying.
The clouds on the temples are soaked in ink, and the phoenix hairpin is placed on the head to fly. The spring onion jade finger is like an orchid, and the three-inch golden lotus is like an ingot.
The cloud sleeves are lightly swayed to dance with butterflies, and the slender waist is slowly twisted with floating silk ribbons. Love the other's appearance, fragrant and jade-carved, admire the other's attitude, the phoenix is ??in the sky and the dragon is soaring. How beautiful is it, the spring plum blossoms bloom with snow. How clean is it, the autumn chrysanthemums are covered with frost. How is it quiet, the pines grow in the empty valley. How beautiful is it How is it, the clouds reflect on the clear pond. How is the text, how is the dragon swimming in the winding marsh. What is the spirit, the moon shines on the cold river. I should be ashamed of Xizi, but I am really ashamed of Wang Qiang. How strange, where was he born, where did he come from, believe it, Yaochi No two, Zifu Wushuang. Who is it? So beautiful! Just leaving Liuwu, I first came out of the flower house. But where I walked, I was amazed by the birds in the courtyard and trees. When they were about to arrive, their shadows were reflected in the corridor. Immortal mantles were fluttering, I smelled the fragrance of musk orchid, and my lotus clothes were about to move------- -------------------------------------------------- --- Its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, and graceful as a wandering dragon.
The autumn chrysanthemums are glorious, and the spring pines are magnificent. It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind.
Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the morning glow of the sun; looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as a flower rising from Lubo. If the shoulders are cut into shape, the waist will be as plain as expected.
The neck is extended to show off the neck, and the beauty is revealed. Fragrance is not added, and the lead is beautiful.
The cloud bun is in E'e, and the eyebrows are trimmed together with Juan. The red lips are bright on the outside, the teeth are white on the inside, the eyes are bright and good at seeing, and the dimples support the power.
Gorgeous and graceful, the appearance is quiet and the body is leisurely. Tender and charming, charming in words.
(Luo Shen Fu) The woods are gloomy, the mist is thick, the sweet smell is still there, and the flowers are there. I've never seen that.
The flowers are extremely large, white and green, with four petals facing each other, like palms about to be closed, more like a big blue and white bowl. The clouds are returning to Xiu, the flowers are speechless, the smoke is flowing across the forest, the mountains are sinking and shining in the distance, and the crescent moon is gradually becoming clear.
From a distance, I saw him coming. Walking alone, blue shirt flying, full of eyes.
The wild mountain flowers suddenly danced in the wind into a huge whirlwind. The sparse shadows are slanting, and the faint fragrance floats. Each plum blossom is like a white butterfly flying under the moonlight. The red stamens dot the vast purple peonies, which are noble and melancholy. The vermilion peonies are warm and elegant. The goose yellow. The roses are delicate and bright, the white lily is pure and elegant, the pink cherry blossoms of the tree are brilliant and sad... They all fell one after another the moment I looked back, covering the mountain road where I came from with falling red. At the end of the road, the hut where I have lived for thousands of years has turned into a huge green mound, covered with luxuriant grass. The old plum tree leans in the air, powerful and fierce, and all the plum blossoms fly up into the deep blue sky.
"I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo every now and then." "Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom." The snowflakes are as big as mats, and they are blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace. "The poems describing the snow, the poetic and picturesque pictures are full of vitality, don't worry about the flying flowers, and the dragon scales dancing in thousands of houses overnight.
The mountains and fields are covered with thick blankets of fur and velvet, and the trees are covered with gauze. Urchins rush from lane to lane to attack the fortress, while friends sit around the fire and sip tea.
Where is the jade soul and ice muscle? I like to see the garden grass sprouting new shoots.
4. What are the ancient poems describing dance?
1. The fragrant smell is lingering on the sleeves, and the red lotus curls up in the autumn smoke. The wind is blowing on Qingyun Mountain, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pond.
2· There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist. Hua Yan Jiuqiu twilight, flying sleeves blowing over the clouds and rain. It is as graceful as orchids and emerald greens, like a swimming dragon.
3· We meet each other for the first time at a banquet in the east pond with two butterflies embroidering the skirt. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and springy. Look carefully at all the good things, everyone is humane and willow waist. Yesterday, the mountains were in chaos and it was dark. When I came here, my clothes were covered with clouds.
Poems describing dance include Du Fu's "Watching Gongsun's Disciples Dance with Swords and Weapons" and Bai Juyi's "Dance Song of Colorful Clothes and Feather Clothes", almost all of which describe the grace and magnificence of dance.
Here is "Watching Gongsun's Disciples Dance with Swords and Weapons":
In the past there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, who moved all directions with her sword dance. The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.
Huo Ruyi shoots the nine sunsets, as powerful as a group of emperors flying into the sky. It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.
Her rosy lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance. The beauty Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song.
After having questions and answers with me, I felt sad and sad. The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship.
In the past fifty years, the royal family has been shaken by dust and wind. The disciples in the Liyuan were scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflected the cold sun.
The trees in front of the golden millet pile have been arched, and the grass in Qutang's stone city is desolate. The Dai Feast is in a hurry and the songs come to an end, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow.
I don’t know where I’m going.
Reference materials
Du Fu. "Collection of Du Gongbu". Shanghai: Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House, 2003-1-1
5. Poems describing dance
1. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song melancholy collects the green tint. The whole hall is filled with sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures.
2. Water Dragon Yin
Mr. Lu Tong
With pure skin and innocence, he came to the Yuli Yao Pond at dawn. The pavilion is covered with green, full of dimples, and the make-up is washed away in time. The Taiye ripples, the neon clothes are dancing, the soul is broken and the water flows. It still smells like the old days, but the flowers are not the same and the people are haggard. I want to call Fairy Lingbo. The boat is vast and the waves are thousands of miles. I just worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the bright stars are falling randomly. The shadow of the moon is melancholy, the dew is scattered, who can lean on the small lantern. ***Fangmeng, there are still amphibious snow egrets, startled by the cold night.
3. Lotus Picking Dance
Ruigong Langyuan. Listen to Emperor Juntian's music and know him several times. Fighting like a human being, a new song about picking lotuses. The willow waist is light and the oriole's tongue is chirping. Who can fetter the carefree smoke and waves? Helpless, Tianjie has already urged the class to change. But riding on the colorful luan, the hibiscus looks sideways. I hope to accompany you to this banquet every year.
Watching Lady Gongsun’s disciples perform sword dancing
Author: Du Fu
On October 19, the second year of the Dali calendar, I met Yuan Zhi at the house of Kui Mansion. Linying Li Twelve Niang danced with swords and strengthened her Qi. When asked about her teacher, she said: "I am also a disciple of Yu Gongsun." His sword was taken off when he was dancing, and he suddenly filed the razor, and he was the only one who came out with his crown. Since Gaotou Yichun and Liyuan Erjiifang were worshiped outside, Xiao was a dancer. In the early days of Emperor Shengwen and Shenwu, Gongsun was just one person. Jade appearance and brocade clothes, with a white head. Today's disciples are also extremely handsome. Now that we have identified its origin, we know that there are no other waves. He cares about things generously and talks about it as "Swordsmanship".
Zhang Xu, a native of Wu, was good at cursive calligraphy. He often saw Mrs. Gongsun dancing with the Xihe sword in Ye County. Since then, her cursive writing has improved, and she is generous and grateful. Gongsun Ke knows it.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun. She moved her sword in all directions with her sword dance.
The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.
It shines like Yi shooting at nine sunsets, and it is as powerful as the dragons flying among the emperors;
It comes like thunder and withdraws its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and sea.
Her rosy lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance.
The beautiful lady Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song.
After having questions and answers with me, I felt sad and sad.
The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship.
Fifty years have passed, and the royal family has been dimmed by dust and dust.
The children of the Liyuan are scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflect the cold sun.
The piles of golden millet and southern trees have been arched, and the grass in Qutang's stone city is bleak.
The Dai Feast is about to come to an end, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow.
I don’t know where I’m going.
6. Ancient poems describing dance
1. "Poetry of Chanting Dance"
Northern and Southern Dynasties: Wang Jian
Returning from the Wind to Qi The sleeves reflect the sun and turn into flowers. Sympathy relies on the pillar, and the shadow of love goes to the dangerous string.
2. "Dance and Song of Colorful Clothes and Feather Clothes"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
I served Emperor Xian of the Yuan Dynasty in the past, and I once accompanied him to a banquet in Zhaoyang. There are countless songs and dances, but the most favorite is the colorful dance. Dancing in the cold spring weather, in front of the incense table under the jade hook railing. The dancer in front of the case was as beautiful as jade, and she was not wearing ordinary clothes. Hong Shang Xia Pei steps and shakes the crown, and the pearls are worn numerously. Pingting seems to be ignoring Luo Qi, listening to her music hanging and walking again and again. The chimes, flutes, zithers and flutes are passed by each other, and the sound of percussion and bombs is meandering. The six pieces of the prelude are still undressed, and the clouds on the balcony are lingering. In the middle sequence, the filming begins, and the autumn bamboo poles crack and the spring ice falls. The floating snow turns back to the light, and the beauty sends the wandering dragon into shock. The willows behind the small hanging hands are weak, and the clouds are about to grow when the train is slanted. The salamander moth is in a state of panic, and the wind sleeves are held low as if they are sentimental. Shangyuan ordered the servant girl to attract the green calyx, and the Queen Mother waved goodbye to Fei Qiong. Twelve times of complex tones and urgent stanzas, how can the jade be shaken by dancing pearls? The flying luan dances but folds its wings, and the croaking crane finally makes its sound.
At that time, I was shocked to see it, but it was not enough to stare at it and listen to it. I have been in this world for eight or nine years, and I have never heard this song before. In Huancheng, I could only hear the mandrills talking, and in Baxia, I could only hear the cuckoos crying. In the second year after moving to Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. The exquisite harp and harp thank the good zither, and Chen Chong's chestnut and sheen are heavy and flat. With clear strings and crisp pipes, slender hands can teach you how to make colorful clothes. By the lake in front of Xubai Pavilion, you should only press it three times before and after. Then he abandoned the concubine, and after hearing the truth, they all dispersed. I arrived in Suzhou in May this year, and my head turned gray at dawn and dusk. The greedy reading of documents often invades the night, and I don't listen to Sheng songs until autumn. Autumn has come, I have nothing to do and I am bored. I suddenly recall the colorful clothes and have nowhere to ask. I heard that there are many musicians in your department, and I asked if there are any dancers in neon clothes? Answer: Among the 100,000 households in the seven counties, no one knows that there is dancing in neon clothes. Only send me a long song, inscribed with the score of colorful clothes and feathers. The four flower papers are blue and red, and the colorful clothes are recorded in them. Thousands of postures are clearly visible, just like the Zhaoyang dancers. There seems to be a strange shape before my eyes, and my thoughts about the past and the present are the same. Doubts are summoned from dreams, and seem to be written out of pictures. I love neon clothes and you know them together. They come from singing and taking shape in poetry. Don't you see my song saying "I am shocked to break the colorful clothes and feathers", and you don't see my poem saying "I love the beautiful clothes before they are taken". It comes from the fact that everything has its own owner, and Yang created the sound and created the music. You said that this dance is rare, it must be a poor girl in the city. Wu Yao and Xiao Yu flew into smoke, and the more beautiful Xi Shi turned into earth. The delicate smiles of the delicate flowers have been lonely for a long time, and the baby's house is empty. As you said, sincerity is true. Please listen to me calmly. If you want the beauty of the country, you can start to translate it, but I am afraid that this dance will be abandoned in the world. The good and bad of Yanya are far apart, and most of them are only praised by others. Li Juan is Zhang Tsaijun, don't be dissatisfied, he also plans to teach you what is appropriate.
3. "Hu Xuannu"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Hu Xuannu, Hu Xuannu. The heart responds to the strings and the hands respond to the drums. There is a sound of string drum and both sleeves are raised. The snow is fluttering and dancing. Turn left and right without getting tired, and there is no end to the endless twists and turns. The world of things is incomparable, the running wheel is slow and the whirlwind is slow. At the end of the song, I thanked the emperor again, and the emperor opened his mouth slightly. Hu Xuannu came out of Kangju and traveled eastward for more than ten thousand miles in vain. The Central Plains has its own tricksters, but they are not as good as you in fighting for cleverness and contention. Tianbao is about to change every year, and all the ministers and concubines learn to change. Among them are Taizhen and Wailu Mountain, both of whom are the best at playing tricks. She was registered as a concubine in the pear garden and raised as a son under the golden rooster barrier. The Huxuan in Lushan confused the king's eyes, and the soldiers crossed the Yellow River and doubted that they had resisted. The noble concubine's misunderstanding confuses the king's heart, and the thought of abandoning Ma Wei is even deeper. Since then, the axis of the earth and the sky have been rotating, and it has been unstoppable for fifty years. Hu Xuannu, Mo Kongwu, sing this song several times to understand the Lord.
4. "Tian Shijun, the beauty dances like a lotus flower in Beiyuan Song"
Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen
The beauty dances like a lotus flower, and the world has the eyes to respond. See. The high hall is full of red 氍湹, trying to dance to a song that is unique in the world. This song was introduced to the Han Dynasty by the barbarians, and all the guests were surprised and sighed when they saw it. The slow-faced Jiao'e is slender and delicate, and the light Luo Jinwei flowers are verdant. When I turn my sleeves, it's like flying snow, and when I turn left and right, there's a whirlwind. The pipa, horizontal flute and weizai are playing, and the yellow clouds are gathering on the top of Huamen Mountain. Suddenly there was a sound of stuffing in, and the white grass and sand rustled coldly. It's like being a god when you turn over and over again. Seeing the past and looking back, you will become new again. Only then did I realize that all the songs are incomparable. Picking lotus and falling plum blossoms are just deafening. People in the world learn to dance just to dance, how can they be so careless?
5. "Watching Lady Gongsun's Disciples Dance with Swords and Weapons"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In the past, there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, who danced with swords and weapons in all directions. The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time. Huo Ruyi shoots at the nine sunsets, as powerful as a dragon soaring among the emperors. It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea. Her crimson lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance. The beauty Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song. After having questions and answers with me, I felt more sad and sad. The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship. Fifty years seem to have turned around, and the dust has shaken the royal family. The disciples in the Liyuan were scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflected the cold sun. The wood in front of the pile of golden millet has been arched, and the grass in Qutang's stone city is desolate. The Dai Feast is in a hurry and the songs come to an end, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow. I don't know where I'm going, and I'm worried about my illness.
7. Poems describing singing and dancing
1. Dance low in the heart of the willow tower, and sing in the wind under the peach blossom fan. ——From "Partridge Sky: Colorful Sleeves Holding the Jade Bell attentively" by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty
Translation: The dance is graceful, until the bright moon hanging on the top of the willow tree shines down in the center of the building; the singer is clear. The song is melodious and can be sung until the wind at the bottom of the fan subsides.
2. The phoenix bun is empty and the waist is gentle and soft. Moving the lotus steps gently, the swallows flying in the Han Palace are old and romantic. The drums and drums are urged to visit Liangzhou, and the partridges fly up the spring sleeves. Brocade wrapped around his head, Liu Lang mistakenly identified Feng Qianliu. ——From the Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu's "Zhuma Listen·Dance"
Translation: Phoenix-shaped hair is tied into an empty flower, and the waist is gentle and gentle. Shifting and changing the lotus steps, she is as beautiful and graceful as Zhao Feiyan of the Han Dynasty. The turtle drum plays the dance music "Liangzhou" rapidly, and the sleeves of Chunluo clothes embroidered with partridges fly with the dance music. When he was given a brocade to wrap around his hair, his lover mistook him for Chunliu in front of the wind.
3. The dance disperses and recovers with the wind, and the song sounds like a chime but still has a quiet rhyme. Thousands of times I went back to the place where I wrote lyrics, my delicate eyes were like waves flowing into my temples. ——From: "The Jade Girl Dances in Colorful Clothes" by Li Taixuan of the Tang Dynasty.
Translation: The woman's dancing posture spreads and closes with the wind, her graceful figure dances gracefully, and her singing voice is as sonorous and powerful as a musical instrument, rhythmic and melodious. I once went on a thousand dates to the place where "The Song of Colorful Feathers" was written. She danced gracefully and conveyed her love with her eyes. The pair of charming eyes between her hair and temples were as clear as water waves, which made people fascinated.
4. The beauty dances like a lotus flower, which the world has never seen. The high hall is full of red 氍湹, trying to dance to a song that is unique in the world.
——"Tian Shijun, the beauty dances like a lotus, Bei Yuan Song" Tang Dynasty Cen Shen
Translation: The beauty dances like a lotus, which no one in the world must have seen before. The high hall is covered with red carpets, dancing as if in heaven and on earth.
5. The silk pipes in Jincheng are flying one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world. - "Giving Flowers to the Queen" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
Translation: Jinguancheng is full of string and orchestral music every day, half of it drifts away with the river wind, and half of it floats into the clouds. Such music should only exist in heaven. How many times can all living beings in this world hear it?
8. Poems describing dance
Poems describing dance include: 1. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song is filled with sadness and green tints.
The whole hall is full of sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures. 2. The waves of Taiye are turning, the colorful clothes are dancing, the soul is broken and the water is flowing. 3. Fighting like the world, a new song of picking lotus.
The willow waist is light and the oriole's tongue is chirping. etc., take "Dancing back to the red sleeves, singing sorrowfully and gathering the emerald moon.
The whole hall is full of sunshine, and the seats are divided into beautiful women" as an example: This poem comes from Wen Tingyun's Fifty Rhymes of Fifty Rhymes to Huainan by Wen Tingyun Li Pushe's complete poem is as follows: Ji Shao is still young, and Shan Tao is in his prime years. On the banquet where the piano and bottles are displayed, Wanqi worships in front of the bed.
The neighborhood has only moved three times, and the sky has moved nine times. The feeling is profound and confused, and the words are filled with tears.
Recalling the prosperity of dragons in the past, cranes and feathers are now complete. The fragrance of cinnamon branches can be attacked, and the old poplar leaves are worn frequently.
The jade sign indicates auspiciousness, and the golden elixir turns into an immortal. The poems are written in pens, and the songs are spread all over the city.
After straightening the empty wings, the creation rights will be maintained. All souls are thought to be cast by drums, and everyone is waiting for Tao Zhen.
Look at the grass and silk fibers coming out, and the rain and dew hanging from the sky. Dharma travels within the ecliptic and lives near the green flowers.
The calligraphy touches the soup cauldron, and the sound of chanting follows Shun's string. White linen and red candles illuminate the night, and the sky is clear and purple.
Thunder and lightning follow the magic pen, and fish and dragons drop colored paper. Spend a leisurely night with Yongshi, and clear the summer heat in the sweet spring.
Geng Jie is not to hold on to wealth, but leisurely travel is to nurture virtuous people. The clear ice comes to hundreds of Guangdong provinces and is popular in Sanchuan.
The commissions and praises promote the hub, and the majesty controls the strings. Liang Yuan raised his cavalry, and the Huai River was replaced by Rong Zhan.
The sun is green and oily, and the wind is bright. There are twenty-eight moths and three thousand pearls and shoes.
The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song brings sorrow to the green tinsel. The whole hall is filled with sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures.
Hibiscus tent with oily forehead, hawksbill turtle feast with fragrant dust. The embroidered flags follow the shadow, and the golden formation looks like a swirling wave.
Ti curtains return to each other deeply, and rich families secretly connect one after another. Colorful dragons and halberds are painted, and colorful horses stand with golden whips.
If there is a guest, who will be entrusted to you? No matchmaker will pity himself. The cadence of Sanqu is like a wandering boat of filial piety and integrity.
Without showing the right strategy, Guo Tian was left behind. The pomegranate is still thin, and the orange is more vivid.
Take the wrong path and keep your mind on the compendium. Unknown fish leaping to the ground, worthy of the deer's croaking chapter.
Jixia period arrived, and Zhangbin's disease was not cured. It is definitely not a bird outside the cage, it is really a cicada in its shell.
The Hui path is adjacent to the quiet water, and the Jing Fei is prosperous and quiet. The thatched cottage is dotted with moss and the vegetables are splashed with water.
After fishing, the stream is filled with heavy clouds, and the woodcutter returns to the stream with a full moon. Laziness often leads to chronic diarrhea, and sorrow is like spring sleep.
It’s hard to complain if the wood is straight, and it will only fry itself if it is bright. Zheng Xiang is empty and envious, and Chen Tan has not been extended.
Travel and food are exhausted in spring, and traveling is a matter of business. There is no money for official duties, and there is no money for marriage.
The willows in Ran Ruo’s camp are covered with lotus under the curtain. A man can tolerate criticism, but he can't bear to be judged by others.
The astringent sword can still be quenched, and the remaining red may be grindable. Follow the teacher to play drums and baskets, but I have forgotten the bamboo baskets for a long time.
Breaking bamboo slips can lead to prosperity and death, but don’t throw away hairpins. Time seems to be borrowed, and the cold valley turns into wind and smoke.
Wen Tingyun (about 812-870), a poet and lyricist in the Tang Dynasty. His real name is Qi, and his courtesy name is Feiqing. He is a Han nationality from Taiyuan Qi (now Qi County, Shanxi Province). He is one of the important writers of the Huajian Ci School.
Descendant of Wen Yanbo, prime minister of the early Tang Dynasty. Both "New Book of Tang" and "Old Book of Tang" have it.
When he was young, he studied literature diligently and had a quick mind. An examination of rhymes and rhymes in the late Tang Dynasty, one chapter in eight rhymes.
It is said that when he crosses his hands and chants, a rhyme will be formed, and the eight-pointed eight-pointed rhyme will be completed. People at the time were also called "Wen Baji" and "Wen Bayin". He is also good at poetry and lyrics. His poetry is as famous as Li Shangyin and is also called "Wen Li"; his poetry is as famous as Wei Zhuang's and is also called "Wen Wei".