1. 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 emerald greens, as graceful as a swimming dragon. The more beautiful the Qianxi River, the more beautiful Wu Ji stops. Second: The slow state cannot be exhausted, and the complicated postures lead to the end. The low lotus breaks through the waves, and the messy snow lingers in the wind. When the Er falls, it flows, and I want to repair the train and trace it back to the sky. I'm worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch it.
2. The girl’s lonely and beautiful dance. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine someone dancing with her. Dance. She could dance with that person until she died, holding on to her lifelong passion and with a grateful heart.
3. Whenever a maple leaf falls from a branch, it dances like snowflakes. Look at their dancing, romantic dance music, floating freely. The difference from winter is that one is full of fog and snow in winter, while the other is exquisite and golden in late autumn.
4. Your fingertips draw an obsessive arc, spinning on the edge of loneliness. Your hair and skirt are floating in the weak but still warm setting sun in the afternoon, as if the whole world is involved in the rhythm. I hear the sound of time breaking. Because of your dancing, you are like a proud bird, your body twisting and turning.
5. They are very enthusiastic, and they move elegantly with their dance partners in perfect tacit understanding.
6. Dance is the language hidden in the soul. Dancing is like dreaming with footsteps. Each movement is a word, which is combined into the poem of dance.
7. Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing, and the rhythm of your life. It is also an expression of time, movement, happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
8. The sound of the flute became more and more urgent, and her figure danced faster and faster. Her jade-like bare hands lingered gracefully, her skirt was flying, and her pair of smoke-like watery eyes were still lingering, flowing with light. Flying, the whole person is like a flower separated by fog, hazy and misty, flashing beautiful colors, but so out of reach.