1. Suddenly, the sleeves swung open and danced. It seems that there are countless petals falling in the air, swaying and dragging, holding agarwood. ...
Cui plays the flute, fluttering in white, quietly playing the flute, and the breeze blows up the attire. In front of him, it is more like a fairy, and two people cooperate to form a beautiful picture. I never thought that two people standing together would be so harmonious and perfect. ...
The flute is getting more and more urgent, and her posture is dancing faster and faster. Jade hands are lingering, skirts are flying, a pair of misty eyes want to say goodbye, and time flies. The whole person is like a flower separated from the fog, hazy and ethereal, flashing beautiful colors, but so far away. ...
Your dancing is light, your body is as light as a swallow, your body is as soft as a cloud, and your arms are as soft as bones. Step by step, you dance into a lotus flower, like a butterfly flying among flowers, like running water, like a bright moon in the mountains, like the dawn in an alley, like a round dewdrop on the tip of a lotus leaf, which makes me intoxicated.
2. China's ancient poem about dance, like a thunderbolt, vented its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared. Except for this student, no one took the scent of her fame and "watched Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords."
But driving Cai Feng, Furong is looking forward to picking lotus.
There is no shadow of doubt around the tree, and the return of snow has love from the wind.
Rushing to break, Luo shirt half off the shoulder "folding words"
In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. Just like Lan Diancui, just like Youlong's "Nine-Day East Dance in Changsha".
Entering the industry, I saw shoes, turned my face and looked empty, my wrist moved, and my shirt followed the wind.
I don't forget to dance my sleeves and bow my waist, and the street west hooks people's intestines "Pingyang Zhi Zhu Ci"
Mangroves rock song fans, green beads dance clothes.
The red candle moves the peach leaves and the purple shirt moves the branches. Hang cymbals, hip flowers are more important than waist, and hats become golden bells.
3. What poems describe "ancient dance"? 1. "Dance Poetry"
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Wang Chang
From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. 323131335323631343231363533585E5EB9313333333393738 Sympathy urges the column, and the shadow goes to the dangerous string.
2. "Song of Clothes and Feathers Dance"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
I once accompanied Xian Di and Yuan Yuan to a banquet 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, a former dancer, doesn't wear tacky 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. Xiao, Zheng and flute are mixed together, and the percussion bombs are played one by one. Six plays in a scattered sequence don't move clothes, and Suyun on the balcony doesn't want to fly. At the beginning of the preface, the bamboo pole in autumn breaks 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 moth is slightly folded, 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 Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask my fourth uncle. Linglong and graceful, thank Zheng, and chestnuts and Shen Yongsheng. 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. There are many musicians in Wen Jun's Ministry. Are there 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, it seems to be a matter of form. 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. You can't see my poem "Breaking the tune of rainbow skirt and feather clothes again" or my poem "When I fall in love with a beautiful dress". Everything has its owner, and Yang Zao made a sound spectrum. 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.
3. Hu
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Hu, Hu. The heart should be a chord and the hand should be a drum. The strings banged up their sleeves. Back in the snow, floating and jumping. Turn left and right, never tired. There is nothing like human beings. The wheels are slow and the whirlwind is late. At the end of the Song Dynasty, he thanked the emperor again, and the emperor was slightly embarrassed. Hu out, out of the Shu family, came to Wan Libai. The Central Plains has its own Hu Xuan, so it is better to fight for energy. Tianbao season wants to change, and everyone learns to change. One of them is Taizhen Wailushan, and the two of them are the most capable in Hu Xuan. The books in the pear garden are princesses and the golden roosters are children. Lushan Hu Xuan fascinated your eyes, and the soldiers undoubtedly crossed the Yellow River. Princess Hu Xuangui has confused your heart, and she abandoned Ma Wei deeper. From the earth's axis to the sky, it has been impossible for 50 years. Hu, Mo Kongwu, sing this song a few times and you will understand the Lord.
4. "Tian Meiren dances 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. This song was introduced to Han by Hu Ren, and all the guests were surprised and sighed. The slow face is full of fiber, and the light brocade flowers are lush. When you roll up your sleeves, if it snows, you will blow a whirlwind from left to right. Pipa flute without turning, Huang Yunhe in Huamenshan. Suddenly there was a sound of stuffing, and the white grass was cold and rustled. Over and over again, if god helps, see the old and see the new. I just know, the song is incomparable, picking lotus and falling plum leaves makes me deaf. The world only learns to dance, how can it be so unrestrained?
5. "Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords."
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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 an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. 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 have passed, and the royal family was overthrown in a stroke of a finger. The disciples in the pear garden dispersed like smoke, and one or two female musicians were trying to charm the cold sun. There are also people who are big and burly next to the tomb of the Golden Emperor, and the Tang Shicheng, which is bleak and 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.
The poem about dance is 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?
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.
5. Write a poem about dance: ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Floating back to the light snow will give Youlong a smile surprise. When the little hand falls, another village will have a bright future, and the skirt will drag obliquely, and the clouds will -Bai Juyi's Song of Clothes)
Jump the hub with a treasure ring to make your feet colorful and your boots soft. -Liu Yanshi's "Wang Zhongcheng's Home Watching 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 Poetry
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 poem On Maiko
Tile a brocade feast and beat the drums three times as a reminder. 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. -Bai Juyi's "Zhe Zhi Ji"
The drums made my waist soft and sweaty. -Liu Yuxi's "He Letian Zhezhi"
The red banquet has a painting hall, and the little prostitute dresses up as a dance reminder. Beaded hats listen to songs, brocade boots beat drums. -Zhang Hu's Zhezhi
Draw drums, drag rings and brocade arms, and change little moths into dance clothes. The golden silk is foggy and the red shirt is thin, and the silver vine has purple flowers. -"Geisha with Double Dancers and Philosophers"
Micro-motion Cui E throws away the old state and slowly covers Tan Kou's new words. The guests watched the dance and despised Yun Qi, but went to Wang Xiang's dream. -"General Li Zhezhi"
6. Ask for some poems about dancing and horses.
But making Longcheng fly is not called Humadu Yinshan.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
Bird writer
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
Two orioles sing crisp willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
Write about the Yellow River
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Write about patriotism
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later.
homesick
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Goose, where are the books for returning to Luoyang?
philosophic
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source.
Song and dance writer
Pearl tassels rotate, stars shake and Hua Teng moves.
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Writing about learning
Don't be idle, it's white and sad.
I am willing to ride the wind and waves for ten years.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
7. 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.
8. What are the poems describing dance? 1, dancing with a low heart and singing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. -Yan's "Partridge Day".
2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"
3, the red dragonfly learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spun dance clothes are dyed like palaces. -Yan's "Lou Yuchun learns to dance with a soft waist"
4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
6, the dance turns back to tea, and the songs gather green cymbals. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. -the article "Feeling old and feeling old and 50 rhymes, offering Huainan Li Servant Shooting"
7. Golden flowers fold the hood, and white horses come home late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. -Li Bai's Koguryo
8. Too many emotions are dancing in the evening, with the intention of slowing down the song. The wrist is too heavy, the waist feels awkward, the clothes are attracted by the wind, and the feelings are gently shaken. 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 poem On Maiko
9. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with 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. -Li Qunyu's green waist.
10. Plain muscle is innocent. You come 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. -Lu Tong's old "Shui Long Yin"