1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.
2, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty or naive, and Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi.
Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up. Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance.
It's still the same sentence: old fragrance is light powder, flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. I want to call fairy Ling Bo.
Boating, waves travel thousands of miles. I'm only worried about looking back. The ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty is falling.
The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture? * * * In Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and it is cold at night.
3. Picking lotus and dancing in Gong Rui Pear Garden. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times.
Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of the warbler is squeaky.
Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged.
But driving in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
4. Xue Neng's "Zhezi Ci" is a newly created little Juanjuan who is singing and dancing. The sudden rush waved the shirt, revealing half a shoulder.
5. Gu Kuang's "Wang Langzhong's Five Singing Dances at a Prostitute's Table"? You can't draw new clothes, but silk is urgent and dance clothes are light. Flowers fall from trees without shadow, and snow comes back with wind to love.
6, Li Bai's "Koguryo" golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east.
7, Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" There is a beautiful woman in South China, dancing green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers.
Graceful as orchid, like Youlong. The more gorgeous, the front flow stops, and Wu Ji stops white.
The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. Low lotus waves, messy snow glory wind.
When I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as a shot of nine days, as swift as a dragon on the front wing of an angel; 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 disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.