Poems about martial arts

Watching Lady Gongsun’s disciples dance with swords and weapons

Du Fu

In the past there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, who moved all around with her swords and weapons.

The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.

Huo Ruyi shoots at the nine sunsets, as powerful as a dragon soaring among emperors.

It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.

The rosy lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance.

The beauty Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song.

After having questions and answers with me, I felt sad and sad.

The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship.

In the past fifty years, the royal family has been shaken by the wind and dust.

The disciples in the Liyuan were scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflected the cold sun.

The wood in front of the pile of golden millet has been arched, and the grass in the stone city of Qutang is desolate.

The tempestuous feast comes to an end, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow.

I don’t know where I’m going.