1, 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 whiter. 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.
2. We saw that she suddenly frowned, showing infinite sadness, and suddenly blushed with laughter, showing infinite joy; Suddenly drooping sideways, showing the shyness of turning back and forth; Suddenly, I looked at it angrily, showing all-powerful anger; Suddenly, I touched my arm lightly, drew my eyes, smoothed my eyebrows and made a delicate and decent dress.
Suddenly stand up, press the arrow and pull the bow, so that people can almost hear the clank of the strings! In the carnival of dancing, she forgot the audience and herself. She just tried her best to tell the beautiful poetry story of ancient India with flexible and skilled limbs and facial features!
3. You dance lightly, as light as a swallow, as soft as a cloud, as soft as a bone, step by step, like a lotus flower, like a butterfly flying among flowers, like running water, like the bright moon in the mountains, like the morning light in an alley, like the round dew at the tip of a lotus leaf, which makes me intoxicated like wine.
Her heart roams in the boundless space and thinks freely. The first action, like bending over and looking up; Like coming and going. It is so elegant and melancholy that it is difficult to visualize it in words. Then dance, like flying, like walking; Like a sharp position, like a tilt.