Jumping around, turning the hub and singing, making the feet soft, Liu Yanshi's "Wang Zhongcheng's home watching the night dance Hu Teng"
From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string. Wang Chang's Dance Poems
Too many emotions dance late in order to slow down the song. Lifting the wrist is too heavy, and it feels beautiful to return to the waist. Your clothes, your posture, are attracted by the wind, and you can gently shake your feelings.
Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, string surprised snow sleeve late. Sing one by one, and you will lose your hands and listen to music. I am so sad, I am so sad. Stay at dusk and love this time. He Xun's Maiko Poems
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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.
1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.
2. Shuilongyin
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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?
Xue Neng's "Zhe Zhi Ci" says: "The balcony is new, and the songs and dances are small. Lin Xiangru shook, and his shirt was half-shouldered. " Gu Kuang's "Five Poems by Wang Langzhong Dancing on the Prostitute's Seats" says: "Khan's new clothes can't be painted, but silks urge him to dance lightly. There is no doubt that there is no shadow around the tree, and the snow is blown black by the wind. "
Li Bai's Koguryo says, "Golden flowers fold their hoods, and white horses return late. Wide-sleeved dance, like a bird from Haidong. "
Du Fu's Watching Gong Sundaniang's Disciples Dance Sword
That gongsun is so beautiful. Years ago, he danced with swords and flaunted everywhere. "。 The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. Nine days later, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wing. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. Among these eight poems, the first four are about the momentum and popularity of dance: the four directions are famous, and the audience is like a mountain, moved by them and moved the world. The last four sentences, or "four sentences", describe the beauty and rhythm of dance: if you shoot for nine days, the dragon dances like a dragon, gathering anger like thunder, and condensing light like rivers and seas. Between the lines, the poet's deep admiration and appreciation of Gongsun's dance art stirred him up, making him forget the old age and the past with emotion. . "
Pipaxing said again, "It's the beginning and the end."
There is a scene of mountain dance "Six Yao" in Han Xizai's Night Banquet in the ancient Southern Tang Dynasty. Li Qunyu's view on the dance of "green waist" in his poetry creation: "There are beautiful women in the south, but the dance of green waist is light. 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 wave, snow (going to the mountains for a change) and wind. When I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it. I just worry that I can't catch it and fly away to catch the surprise. " The poet described this kind of dance as superior to Qianxi and Rice White, and used kingfisher, Youlong, weeping lotus and Ling Xue to describe the change of dance posture and gentle rhythm, highlighting the characteristics of dancing waist and sleeves, which was extremely light, graceful and elegant. Both poetry and dance can be called both.
Bai Juyi has a poem, "Yi Yu dances and sings micro-poems". "Floating back to Xueguang, surprised Youlong who sent it in a vertical way. 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. The first four sentences describe the initial state of dancing, and the last four sentences compare calyx green and Feiqiong to fairies.