Du Fu, a disciple of Gong Sundaniang, performed sword dancing in the Tang Dynasty.
A long time ago, there lived a beautiful Gongsun, a sword-dancing pneumatic quartet.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves have disappeared, and there are disciples who preach incense.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years have passed, and the royal family was overthrown in a stroke of a finger.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun.
The golden millet piled nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is bleak.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Pan Dengshan is exceptionally bright in the light of Qi Jiguang.
First frost cries sadly, and the clouds open the stone gate.
The north wind is not drunk when it blows wine, and the leaves come to cry countless times.
However, it does not hinder white-haired and old-fashioned talents.
I am the one standing on the top, so General Li dances on the sword platform.
Seven words, spring, leisure, falling flower, Tang Luyan.
Spring is full of leisure, and once you dance with your sword, you are hoarse.
Always worrying about the sky, time is running out, and every time I hate the sky, I will get credit.
This ambition does not seek fame and fortune, Yuan Xin only yearns for water and summer.
There are thousands of ups and downs in Qian Qian, and who can be like my home?
Ge Xiong women's sword dance Song Yuan paid Yuan.
Ge's daughter is fourteen or fifteen years old, and she doesn't learn needles in the boudoir.
The whole body is embroidered with Jiao Guo's words, holding Tai 'a dance with his bare hands.
Red Luo Pakin wrapped his head and spoke the language of Chang 'an Ranger.
The side is as agile as a bird and the eyes are as brave as a stork.
Is the cloud window fog pavilion heartless, and it will be too beautiful and rough after all?
Don Juan zhangyan lit candles. His ears were noisy and he was tired of singing and playing drums.
It is said that Ge's family is good at sword dancing and once paid tribute to the pear garden.
As soon as the jacket is over, it will be a feast, and the strong man will increase the male and the coward will fall.
I pity a healthy woman more than my husband, but I want to be as arrogant as a virgin.
Andrew's army, like a lady, can defeat Qin Chu with a straight air.
I'm only worried that when I see General Pei, I'll be sweating like a pig.