Poems about drinking, singing and dancing

1. Write songs and dances.

Poetry about singing and dancing 1. Poetry about singing and dancing

1, dancing low in the heart of a willow building and singing the bottom wind of a peach blossom fan. -From Song Yan's "Partridge Days, Colorful Sleeves, Holding Jade Bell for Diligence"

Dance gracefully until the bright moon hanging on the willow tip shines into the building and sinks; The singer sang softly until the wind at the bottom of the fan stopped.

2, the phoenix is empty and the waist is softer. Transfer to Lotus Steps, as beautiful and romantic as Zhao Feiyan in Han Palace. Turtle played the dance music beam of 1970s, and embroidered the dance music with the partridge dance music. Jin Shang, the master of the wind, my brother's brother looks at the spring willows before the wind. -From the Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu's Listening to Dance in the Horse.

The phoenix-shaped bun is coiled into an empty flower, and the waist is warm and the body is soft. Transfer and transform the lotus steps, as glamorous and romantic as Zhao in the Han Palace. Dance music Liangzhou is played on drums, and partridge spring sleeves are embroidered with the dance music. I sent brocade to wrap my head, but my wife mistook it for spring willow before the wind.

3. The dance is scattered with the wind, 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. -from: Tang Li Tae-hyun's "Jade Girl Dancing Clothes".

Women's dancing moves are scattered and put away with the wind, and their graceful posture is dancing, and their singing is as powerful as musical instruments, full of rhythm and very melodious. I have been to the place where Cai Yu wrote thousands of dates. She danced with her eyes to convey her feelings. Her charming eyes between her hair temples were as clear as water waves and fascinating.

4, beauty dances like a lotus, and the world should not watch it with its eyes. Gao Tang's eyes are red, and there is no dance in the world. -"Tian Meiren Dances Lotus in the North" in the Tang Dynasty.

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.

5, Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? -"Giving Flowers" by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

There are all kinds of stringed instruments in Jinguan City every day, half of which float with the river wind and the other half float into the clouds. Such music should be found only in the sky. How many times can people in the world hear it?

2. Poems about dancing

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. 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?

3. Poems describing singing and dancing

1, dancing low in the heart of a willow building and singing the bottom wind of a peach blossom fan.

—— From the strict translation of "Partridge Sky, Colorful Sleeves Concentrate on Holding Jade Bell" in the Song Dynasty: Dancing gracefully until the bright moon hanging on the willow tip shines into the building and sinks; The singer sang softly until the wind at the bottom of the fan stopped. 2, the phoenix is empty and the waist is softer.

Transfer to Lotus Steps, as beautiful and romantic as Zhao Feiyan in Han Palace. Turtle played the dance music beam of 1970s, and embroidered the dance music with the partridge dance music.

Jin Shang, the master of the wind, my brother's brother looks at the spring willows before the wind. -From the Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu's "Listening to Dance in Horses" translation: The chicken bun is empty and the waist is warm and gentle.

Transfer and transform the lotus steps, as glamorous and romantic as Zhao in the Han Palace. Dance music Liangzhou is played on drums, and partridge spring sleeves are embroidered with the dance music.

I sent brocade to wrap my head, but my wife mistook it for spring willow before the wind. 3. The dance is scattered with the wind, 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. -from: Tang Li Tae-hyun's "Jade Girl Dancing Clothes".

4, beauty dances like a lotus, and the world should not watch it with its eyes. Gao Tang's eyes are red, and there is no dance in the world.

-Tang Dynasty translation of "Tian Meiren Dancing Lotus in the North": Beauty dancing lotus, everyone in the world must have never seen it. Gaotang is covered with a red carpet and dances like heaven and earth.

5, Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

-Du Fu's translation of "Gift of Flowers" in the Tang Dynasty: Jinguan City is a orchestral music every day, half of which floats with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds. Such music should be found only in the sky. How many times can people in the world hear it? .

4. What are the poems and songs that describe singing and dancing?

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.

The little swallow queen danced lightly. Lady Zigong's peerless Yan Song Dao Ji dances low in the heart of a willow building and sings at the bottom of a peach blossom fan. Liu, a poet in the Song Dynasty, sang and danced in Liangyuan, drinking wine like a knife to relieve his worries.

I remember what a pleasant thing it was in peace. Fan Lou was lit up at night. Cao Zhi's Luo Shen Fu.

Just like Youlong. As bright as Yun Zheyue, as fluttering as returning wind and snow.

Pearl tassels rotate, stars shake and Hua Teng moves. -When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" Liu Lou's heart dances low, and the peach blossom fan sings the wind.

Yan's "Partridge Sky" Liangyuan is full of romantic songs and dances, and wine is like a knife to relieve sorrow. I remember what a pleasant thing it was in peace. Fan Lou was lit up at night.

Liu is as magical as Youlong. As bright as Yun Zheyue, as fluttering as returning wind and snow.

In Cao Zhi's Ode to Luoshen, the pearl tassels rotate and the stars shake, while Hua Teng shakes the dragon and snake. Bai Juyi unlocked thousands of doors and lanterns. In the middle of the first month, he moved to the imperial capital, danced with his wife for 300 times, and heard the news in the sky for a while.

Zhang Hu's "Night Lights on the fifteenth day of the first month", Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

Du Fu's "tsinghua campus" Many years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who came from all directions with a dagger. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

So, beautiful as a group of emperors. 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, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house. The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather.

The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang. At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China.

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. Du Fu's Song of Dancing Dagger, a female student of Mrs. Sun, is the bloody head of an orangutan, and the sky is singing in unison.

However, my wife is disappointing, and six rooms of tea is a temporary move. Zhang Hu's "The First Thought" is usually played in Calyx Building in August.

The whole city is good at it, and a geisha has just become Zhao Jiechou. Zhang Hu's "Music of Qian Qiu" celebrates the fact that the willow in Chinan has not blossomed, so I really put a plum blossom first.

My wife sang "The Spring Warbler" and the flowers were dancing gently. Zhang Hu's "Spring Warbler Outside the Castle Peak Building Outside the Mountain", when will the West Lake Dance stop? Lin Sheng's "Lin 'an Mansion Inscription" was innocent and came to Yaochi.

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.

I once hosted a banquet with Xian Di in Zhaoyang for the book "Water" written by both Lu and Lao. 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.

Bai Juyi's "Yi Yu Ge Wei Shi": Young girls step on the spring day and step on Pingyang to win their hometown. Don't forget to dance your sleeves and bow your waist, and the street west hooks people's intestines.

There is a southern beauty in Kong's Pingyang Ci, dancing a green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is 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.

Li Qunyu's "Going to the East Building to Watch Dance on the 9th in Changsha" opened a splendid banquet and played three drums. 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 "Geisha of Philosophy" Wu Dao sewed colorful dance clothes, and the beautiful makeup and clothing won the spring, and the eyebrows and sleeves flew snow. The whole city is rare, which makes Chu drunk and forget to return.

The candle in the high hall is dim, and the jade hairpin hangs the tassel. Li Bai's golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late.

Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. Li Bai's light rain fell on Fang Fei, and the garden was full of lights.

Mangroves rock song fans, green beads dance clothes. Countless strings are tuned to wine, and those who are mixed are homesick.

When you are sad, you are ashamed to see flowers fly. Chen Ziliang's "Appreciating Xiao's Zhong Chunyuan and Listening to Prostitutes" has a resplendent side.

5. Poems describing ancient dances

Dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.

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 faster and faster, 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.

6. Ask for some poems describing dance.

Horse writer

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.

The old horse lurks, 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. Poems about singing and dancing

1, Zhu Huozhao beauty, he wants to invite a blind date.

At first, my mind will be in a mess, and it's not my son's fault who wants it. 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.

Don't move even if you go to Dan, be a gentleman with long sleeves and good dancing. 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, everyone in Erjifang has worshipped outside, Xiao is a dancer, and the first grandson of the emperor 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.