The Dancer in Beijing
Year: Song Author: Wu Wenying
The velvet raccoon hat covers the forehead. The golden cicada has a narrow beard. Take the shoulder to see the small waist, and play the flute when you are tired.
Wen said that he lives in the east of the city. You should not hesitate to buy a thousand dollars. Returning to sleep in the spring, I still dream of dancing and taking pictures.
"Dancing Girl"
Date: Tang Author: Shi Jianwu
Wrapped in red knots and purple knots, afraid of the wind blowing, gracefully returning to weak willow branches.
I don't know who is the master, but people will move one by one.
a song of dagger-dancing to a girl-pupil of lady gongsun
Date: Tang Author: Du Fu
On October 19th, the second year of Dali, Kuifu took a different drive to Yuan's residence, and when he saw Linying Li Shierniang's swordsmanship, he asked his teacher, saying, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang." In the third year of Kaiyuan, I was still a child, and I remembered that in Yancheng, I watched Gong Sun's family, and my sword-dancing device was loose, and my ideas were frustrated. When I came out of the championship, I was worshipped by my wife in the second geisha workshop in Yichun Liyuan, Gaotou, and Xiao was a dancer. At the beginning of Emperor SHEN WOO, the holy man, Gong Sun was just one person. Jade looks gorgeous, and I have a white head. I am a disciple of this school, and I am not proud. Distinguishing its origin, we can know the waves and be generous, and we can talk about it as "The Sword". Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, was good at cursive writing. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe sword in Yexian County. Since then, he has grown in cursive writing and is grateful, that is, Gongsun knows.
there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters.
an audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.
which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons.
she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.
but vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame.
this beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way.
and while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come.
there were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun.
fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, wind and dust, filling the world, obscure the Imperial House.
the disciples in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold day.
the south wood of Jinsudui has been arched, and the grass of Qutang Shicheng is bleak.
the song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising.
and I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair.
the official in the golden tent is drunk, and the dancer in Luo clothes is charming. -Li Bai's "Sending the King to Hanyang"
When the chariot was in full bloom, the singers and dancers were enchanting. -Du Fu's "Therefore, Jiang Xing"