We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
..... Du Fu's "Watching the Disciples Dance Sword" Many years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who came from all directions dancing with a dagger. 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.
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 later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick 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.
In Wang Wei's bamboo house, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Zheng Gu bid farewell to his friends in Huaishang: Yang, the head of the Yangtze River, and the man who killed the river crossing with sorrow. The breeze blows gently, the flute whimpers, and the pavilion dyes dusk. You want to go south to Xiaoxiang, and I want to run to the west Qinling.
2. The poem about musical instruments is 1. He is good at drums, clouds and piano, and often listens to the spirit of the emperor.
2. Drive the word to make Wei Du look south and blow Taiwan. Small officials have a legacy. Is Wang Anliang there?
3. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns and the fish dances all night.
However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
5. Sad for Zheng Yide's Xiangjiang song, with a green sound.
6. After a while, I played the piano, and I was angry and resentful.
7. Take Qin as a substitute for heart-to-heart.
Our host, who provided rich wine to mellow the night, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
9. Fortunately, there is a little rhyme to tell, and you don't need a golden sandalwood bottle.
10. Peony, red beans, beautiful spring, rosewood, silk brocade.
1 1. There are many silk pipes in Jincheng, half in the river and half in the clouds.
12. The shepherd boy came back across the cow's back, and the piccolo blew without a cavity.
13. The Jade Emperor blows the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall into the river in May.
14. Yan, dream broken.
15. Tired guests stopped at Qiu Lan by the stream. Who's Yu Di upstairs?
16. nostalgic songs, flute songs, going to your hometown is like rotting people.
17. Pipa strings are in a hurry in autumn and clear, playing the feelings of Guanshan for a long time.
18. Pipa sounds the best and is difficult to explain.
19. Warm jade pipa has a cold moon skin, which is generally like snow reflecting pheasant.
20. Play the pipa. I am ashamed to look at the screen painting.
2 1. Who made the pipa? Don't leave me alone
22. Talk to pipa tea drinkers. So as to pass on the heart music.
23. It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.
24. Xiaolian began to play the pipa string. Break the blue sky
25. Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.
26. Silk trees are combined into a piano with an ancient sound inside.
27. Where are the old friends? Yu Di bright moon is free.
28. All sides are close at hand, and thousands of miles of smoke and sunset are closed.
29. Half a roll of red flag is raining, and the frost is heavy and cold.
30. Why should a strong brother blame Yang Liu? Spring breeze is not enough.
3 1 .24 bridge moonlit night, where does the Jade Man teach oral sex?
32. The prince blew the sheng, held his head high and told the dragon to plant tobacco and Yao grass.
33. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
34. Go out of the hall and think about the piano, instead of taking the road around mountains and rivers.
35. The stars are broken, the geese are crossing, and the flute is touching the ground.
36. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
I hope this answer is helpful to you.
3. An ancient poem describing dance 1, "Tian dances beautifully like a lotus in the north"
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
Beauty dances like a lotus. If the world has eyes, it should not see them.
Gao Tang's eyes are red, and there is no dance in the world.
Translation:
A beautiful woman dances like a lotus, and everyone in the world must have never seen it.
Gaotang is covered with a red carpet and dances like heaven and earth.
2. "Hu"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The strings banged up their sleeves. Turn your back to the snow and dance.
Turn left and right, never tired.
Translation:
Double sleeves dance in the drums, like snowflakes dancing in the air, like grass dancing in the wind, even the speeding wheels feel slower than her, even worse than the rapid whirlwind.
Turn left and right tirelessly for thousands of weeks.
3. "Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords."
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Yao, like a lead bullet, stood above nine days, and jumped on the wings of the dragon as quickly as an angel.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
Translation:
The light of the sword is dazzling, like Houyi shooting for nine days, and the dance is vigorous and agile, like a dragon flying up.
When dancing, the sword is like thunder, which makes people hold their breath. When dancing, it is very calm, like the waves of the river and the sea.
4. "Jade Girl Dancing Clothes"
Tang Dynasty: Li Taixuan
The dance is scattered with the wind and collected, and the song is like rhyme.
Thousands of times I went to the music festival to write lyrics, and my eyes flowed into my temples like waves.
Translation:
Women's dancing moves are scattered in the wind, graceful figures are put away, and songs are as powerful, rhythmic and melodious as musical instruments.
She uses her eyes to dance to convey her feelings, and her charming eyes between her hair temples are as clear as water waves and fascinating.
5. Drink four bright moons alone (I)
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Translation:
I put a pot of wine among the flowers and poured it myself. I don't have any relatives or friends around me.
Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, reflect on me, and you will become three people.
The moon can't appreciate the joy of drinking, and the shadow can only follow me silently.
For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry.
I sing poetry, the moon lingers with me, dancing and dancing, and the shadow lingers with me.
Share joy with you when you are awake, and go your separate ways when you are drunk.
I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
4. Poems about Music and Musical Instruments Tang Juyi's Pipa Journey
Pipa player's song
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.
Tang _ _ Li Bai
Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
Quotations from Li Ping.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to the Zheng" in Yuan Qu Tang Style
At the beginning of the wine, at the beginning of the month, the small building tuned the jade piano.
It means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful.
Just like a songbird singing at the bottom of a flower and wailing outside a lonely cloud.
Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice.
Listen, it's full of heartbreak! 、
Zheng Baijuyi
Clouds are green, flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.
Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.
Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string.
Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Slowly bounce back to break the geese, quickly bounce back to fly to the canopy.
Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.
Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.
Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.
5. Poetry related to dance: 1. Dance back to tea and gather green cymbals. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.
2. Shuilongyin
Lvtonglao
Plain muscle is innocent and comes to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. 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. Lotus picking dance
Gong Rui Yuen Long. 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?
Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.
Author: Du Fu
On October 19, the second year of Dali, Quefu drove to the mansion to see the sword-dancing device of Li Linying's twelve niangs, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang."
In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded it while watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng, and I made a clear file. Since Gaochou Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, they have been admired by people. Xiao is a dancer, but at the beginning, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white. Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk as a sword.
Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows.
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.
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 later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick 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.
Borrow other people's ready-made goods
6. The first poem 1 is about musical instruments, but we called it a thousand times and urged it a thousand times before she started coming towards us, still hiding half of her face behind her guitar. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
2. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
3. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to find someone who will spend the night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"
4. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
5. On the 24th Bridge on a moonlit night, where do jade people teach flute? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"
6. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
7. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
8. After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea water is cold and it is difficult to play the flute. -Li Yi's "Join the Army North"
7. The poem about dance is 1, and Zhu Huozhao is a beautiful woman, who will be deeply invited to blind date.
At first, my mind will be confused, and I will do whatever I want. 2, the Millennium wants to coagulate grass, Jin Yuzhu surrounds the bridal chamber.
Two hearts and one shadow all belong to the item, and I don't forget to send my love to Jun Jun. 3. The cold night is low, and the beauty knows the beauty.
Even if you go to Dan, don't move. Enjoy long sleeves. 4, the dance turns back to tea, and the song gathers green cymbals.
The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 5, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty and innocent, 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.
6. 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?
7. Object-chanting poems and dance poems are pitifully called "February 28th". They are like Hong Fei who defeated He Yang's words section by section. They secretly take a stand with Huainan. Look at the shoes when you enter the business, your wrist is swaying, and your shirt is satisfied with the wind. Why do you have to get up when you are a guest? Crows don't want to end it. 8. Dance Poetry () The sleeves are fragrant, and the red fragrance lingers in autumn smoke.
The wind is shaking on the light cloud ridge, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pool. 9. "Song of Lady Gong Sun's Female Students Dancing Daggers" On October 19th, the second year of Du Fu's calendar, Wei Fulin's house watched Twelve Niangs dancing swords, which was magnificent.
Ask his teacher, and say: Foolish disciple Gong Sundaniang. In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded the vigor of Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng.
When you are frustrated, you are the only one. Since Gaochou Yichun Liyuan, the people of Erjifang have worshipped outside, Xiao is a dancer, and the first emperor Gongsun is just one person.
Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave.
Caress generously, talk like a sword. Zhang Xushan, a former Wu man, wrote cursive calligraphy posts and tasted swordsmanship in Xihe, Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved, and he is grateful.
That is, gongsun knows! 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.
It is as bright as an archer shooting down nine suns in the sky, and as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She begins to vent her anger like a thunderbolt, and ends up like a shining calm of rivers and oceans. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
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, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun. There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
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.
10, colorful plumage and Wei Bai Juyi, I accompanied Xian Di to a dinner in Zhaoyang. There are countless songs and dances, among which the most favorite is the dress dance.
When dancing, cold food and spring breeze days, jade hook down the bar before the incense table. Yan Ruyu, who was a dancer before the incident, didn't wear fashionable clothes.
Xia rocked her crown, and she was full of admiration. Have a graceful demeanour doesn't seem to be Luo Qi, but Gu Jiling will hang up soon.
Zheng Xiao and the flute are mixed with each other, and their voices are swaying with a flick of their fingers. Scatter six plays without moving clothes, and the balcony does not fly.
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring. Floating back to the light snow, smiling and sending Youlong a surprise.
The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long. The smoke moth is at a loss, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate.
Shangyuan refers to the green calyx, and the queen mother bid farewell to Joan. Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and jumping beads shake jade.
Xiang Luan's dance is full of wings, and the crane song ends. I was surprised at first sight, but not enough to stare.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. Listen to mandrills in the city, and cuckoos crow under the dam.
In the second year of moving to Aiqiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. Exquisite and graceful, thank you Zheng, and talk about your life.
Clear strings and brittle pipes make delicate hands, so that you can make beautiful skirts. By the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, just press it three times before and after.
I threw that bastard away. I heard that the stars are scattered now. I went to Suzhou in May this year to get old at dusk.
A greedy case often invades the night, not listening to it. Qiu Lai had nothing to do but be bored, and suddenly he had nowhere to ask.
Wen Jun, whose ministry is full of musicians, asked if there were any female dancers. There are100000 households in Yun Qi county, and no one knows that there is a costume party.
Just send Long song with me, titled "Dress and Feather Spectrum". Four flower notes are blue and red, and clothes are written in them.
There are many different forms, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang. At present, I seem to see the shape and quality. I think the past and the present are the same.
Doubt comes from a soul dream, like writing a picture of Danqing. I love acquaintance, born in singing and shaped in poetry.
I've never heard of you, breaking the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat. I'll never see my poem again, and I haven't finished filming the song "Love in a Dress".
Everything has its owner, and Yang created the sound spectrum and wealth. You said this kind of dance is rare. It must be "City of Poor Girls".
Xiaoyu, the demon of martial arts, flies like smoke, and the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is. Beautiful flowers and clever smiles have been lonely for a long time, and the nursery is empty.
As you said, it's true. Try to listen to me calmly. If you want the national color to spread, I'm afraid this dance will be abolished.
Yao Yan's advantages and disadvantages are far from each other, and most of them are just flattery. Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too suspicious, and he plans to learn from it as appropriate.
1 1, lyrics Liu Yuxi went out of the Chunjiang levee, and the girls on the levee held hands. After singing all the new words, I can't see. The tree is singing in the red window.
12, Kong's "Pingyang Ci" first "Step on Ci" has: "Fengyang girl steps on Chunyang, stepping on Pingyang wins her hometown. Don't forget to dance your sleeves and bow your waist, and the street west hooks people's intestines. "
13, partridge day-Yan Dao Ji's colorful sleeves were attentive to the jade clock, but in those days, she was drunk and blushed. She is dancing low in the heart of the willow building and singing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. After parting, she recalled meeting you and had several soul dreams with you. Tonight, I am still afraid that the meeting was a dream. At the end of autumn, the banquet was full of flowers.
Graceful as Lan Diancui, Wan Ru Youlong leads. The more gorgeous, the more beautiful.
The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. 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.
15, Bai Juyi, a geisha in drepung monastery, put on a brocade banquet, and struck three times to draw a drum. The red candle moves the peach leaves and the purple shirt moves the branches.
The hip flower hung with cymbals is heavy on the waist, and the hat becomes a golden bell on the snow surface. You can't stay at the end of the song, and sex is sent to the balcony.
16, dance music. Mi Bai said that Li Bai sang green songs and had white teeth, and North America was adjacent to the east.
Sing a white song and stop drowning, dragon.