The dance momentum disperses and recovers with the wind, and the singing sounds like a chime but still have a quiet rhythm. Thousands of visits to the place where I wrote the lyrics, my charming eyes are like waves flowing into my temples. ?
She dances like a beautiful butterfly, twisting like a graceful wicker, her beauty is intoxicating. ?
The fragrant smell lingers in the sleeves, and the red leaves curl up in the autumn smoke. The wind is blowing on Qingyun Mountain, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pond.
Dance is the soul of body art.
They are very enthusiastic, and they move elegantly with their dance partners in perfect tacit understanding.
Dancing back to the red sleeves, singing sorrowfully and gathering the green tinsel. The whole hall is full of sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures.
The dance clothes can only be tied after the urgent management and cleaning. She waves her hand affectionately, and her sleeves are staggered.
Dance is a rhythmic pace, just like poetry is a rhythmic style.
This dance can only be performed in the sky. In the past, Zhao Feiyan danced with her hands like this.
The singing of the clouds is loud and clear, and the waist is light as the snow dances back. As long as the king is in the air, the country will fall.
They waved their water sleeves and jumped back and forth among the crowd, like fairies dancing.
He is known as the King of Pop Music, and his magical dance steps have been imitated by countless stars