"Dancing in a Jade Girl's Clothes"-Tang Taixuan's dancing moves with the wind, and his singing sounds like rhyme. Thousands of times I went to the music festival to write lyrics, and my eyes flowed into my temples like waves.
Cao Yu's Nineteen Dances —— Tang Yuanzhen was so anxious to control the QingNong frequency that his dancing clothes were tied. Affectionate solo, staggered sleeves. You can turn the wind back into snow. Persistence is often complicated.
"Changsha No.9 went to the East Building to watch the dance" —— Don Li Qunyu Part I: There are beautiful women in the south, dancing lightly. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. Graceful as Lan Diancui, Wan Ru Youlong leads. The more gorgeous, the more beautiful. Second: the slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture is over. Low lotus waves, messy snow lingering in the wind. When I fall, I flow and I want to return to the air. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.
"Dancing in Chen's Courtyard"-graceful and graceful, with beautiful sleeves like jade. A dance was taught in the backyard, which broke the unknown.
Song and Dance-Don Li Shangyin stopped Yun Ge's bell and danced back into the snow. As long as the monarch flows, he will be utterly defeated and ruined. Poetry of Harmonious Song and Dance —— In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Yu Xin's bridal chamber was filled with flowers and candles. Yan danced. Follow the footsteps. In a low voice, loudly. Step by step. This shirt is not finished yet. Luan returns to the mirror full. Hegu city should be tilted. I went to school yesterday. Trust is born in the world.
"Dance"-Tang Liqiao's wonderful words travel to the golden valley and enjoy the stone city. Xiayi bench turns, flowers and snow move forward. Qinfeng and Qing, the sound of returning to Luan should be elegant. If you don't want to be heavy, who will enjoy a light waist
"Dance"-Zhang Tang Hu Jingtai is a wonderful dance, and sex is semi-naked. When you twist your waist, your sleeves will fly. The fog is light and red, and the wind is bright and purple. There are not many disciples in the world.