The poems describing dancing include:
"The Jade Girl Dances in Colorful Clothes" - Li Taixuan of the Tang Dynasty. His dance moves dispersed and recovered in the wind, and his singing sounds like a chime but still have a faint rhyme. Thousands of visits to the place where I write lyrics for festivals, my charming eyes are like waves flowing into my temples.
"Cao Shijiu Dances with the Green Pearl" - Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty was in a hurry to clear up the dance, and then the dance clothes were tied. She waved her hand affectionately, and her sleeves were staggered. The willows pull the threads, and the wind turns back to the snow. Ningxiao is charming and unwavering, often surviving complicated festivals.
"Changsha Nine Days Climbing the East Tower to Watch the Dance" - Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty, a beautiful lady from 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 emerald greens, as graceful as a swimming dragon. The more beautiful the Qianxi River, the more beautiful Wu Ji stopped. Second: The slow state cannot be exhausted, and the complicated postures will eventually end. The low lotus breaks through the waves, and the messy snow lingers in the wind. When the ear falls, the veil flows, and the train is repaired to trace the sky. I'm worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch it.
"Chen·Back Court Dance"——Sun Yuanyan of the Tang Dynasty. There is a song in the back courtyard that teaches dance, and the dance is unknown to the king.
"Singing and Dancing" - Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. As long as the king is in the air, the country will fall.
"Poetry of Harmony and Dance" - Southern and Northern Dynasties·Yu Xin's bridal chamber is bright with flowers and candles. Yan Yu dances lightly. Daytons follow the festival. The low servants chased each other. The first step is to move forward. The shirt flutters and the song is not completed. Luan looks back at the mirror and is full of desire. Hegu City should be tilted. I have gone to school in heaven. He is born in the world.
"Hu Xuannu - quit studying and practicing" - Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Hu Xuannu, Hu Xuannu. The heart responds to the strings and the hands respond to the drums. With the sound of the string drum, both sleeves are raised, and the snow flutters and dances. Turning left and right, tirelessly, 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, sings this song several times to understand the Lord.
"Tian Shijun's beauty dances like a lotus, Bei Yuange (this song originally came from Beitong City)" - Tang Cen Shen's beauty dances like a lotus, 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. This piece of music was introduced to the Han Dynasty by the barbarians, and 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 only make my ears sound. People in the world learn to dance just to dance, how can they behave like this?
"Dance" - Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty traveled to the Golden Valley and beauties filled the city. Xiayi turns on the mat, Hua Xiuxue comes forward. Yifeng harmonizes with clear music, and Huiluan responds to the elegant sound. If you don't have a strong wish, who will reward you with a light waist?
"Dance" - Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. There is a wonderful dance on the Jingtai, with clouds and rain half-dressed. The waist is curled and bent, and the sleeves of the jacket are about to fly away. The mist is light and red, and the wind is bright purple roses. Forced to spread new ideas, there are few disciples in the world.
"Yong and Dance"——Xiao Deyan of the Tang Dynasty lowered his body and fluttered his jade pendant, raising his sleeves to flutter his robe. Suspicious swallows rise across the eaves, reflecting the snow like flying flowers.
"Yong and Dance" - Yang Xidao of the Tang Dynasty (first written by Yang Shidao) February 8 is like snow, and spring is like early flowers. The branch turns toward the candle, a kind of tilting toward the wind.
"Yong and Dance"——Yu Shinan of the Tang Dynasty played the Lushui with many strings, and turned back to the Luan with his long sleeves. A pair of them both match each other, and it's like looking in a mirror.
"Poetry of Chanting and Dance" - Southern and Northern Dynasties·Xiao Yan's wrist was weak and he raised his hand low. The body is light and can be turned back. It can be said that writing makes oneself happy. Fang and heart period ***.