Verses about praising singing and dancing

1. Verses about praising and singing

This song should only exist in heaven, and can be heard several times in the world

The big strings are noisy like the rain, the small ones are The strings are like whispers.

I heard clear sounds in several places in the sky, and I wanted to go around the clouds but not fly away

When I sang to the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the dark bird suddenly cried

A river Manzi, tears fell in front of you

Singing the red plum blossoms are fragrant, the willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep inside

Poems describing the singing

1. The singing continues. The emotion in the chorus suddenly rises and is exaggerated, and Sun Nan's penetrating voice makes her cry. Blood is thicker than water, and love is as heavy as a mountain. The true blood of the Chinese nation flows slowly on the ruins of the earthquake——

2. The song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze passing through my heart; The song floated from the countryside, rippling in the night sky of the city, and seemed particularly extraordinary; the song floated from memory, played back in my life, embellished my life, and ignited my hope.

3. The music has a metallic texture, connecting the sound of clanging swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love between sons and daughters, and the heroism of heroes. The sound of music collided with the listener's soul, creating a strong resonance and interaction, like a flying butterfly flying in the snowfield, following the intoxicating music, dancing gracefully, and blending into the same snow scene...

4. The female soldier’s voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and at the same time it seemed to contain a sadness of “sand, sand”. Just like the alternating playing of piccolo and saxophone in the woodwind band, it was always at a distance from the voices of about fifty people, and reached a perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of the officers and soldiers at that time. At the same time, the moonlight pours like nectar on the newly planted vegetable leaves and stems, adding a third of vitality to the rows of small vegetable fields that have just been given life. These are not enough. Listening carefully, I seem to hear a kind of contradiction hidden in the singing, including inspiration, sadness, nostalgia, regret, and fantasy. 2. Good words and sentences about singing and dancing

Words: Singing - the lingering sound, the lingering sound, the lingering sound for three days, the lingering sound, the sound of nature.

Dancing - graceful, graceful dancing, fluttering clothes, graceful dancing, dazzling, auspicious colors, dancing on the pavilion, singing and dancing, charming, graceful, dancing gracefully, singing and dancing, dancing, shaking. Heartstrings. Sentence: 1. "Her nightingale-like singing voice brings infinite space for imagination to people, making them willing to linger and sink in her singing."

2. "His singing voice is so clear and sweet, like a spring water flowing and nourishing your heart." 3. "Her singing voice is so melodious that people are full of praise, and it makes my heart surge! This sound can only be heard in heaven, and it is rare to hear it only a few times in life."

4. "There is no other artistic behavior that can transfer and excite all human beings like dance." 5. "A tremor spread from the fingertips of her left hand to her shoulder, and from her shoulder to the fingertips of her right hand.

The silver bracelet on her hand also vibrated. She did not deliberately act at all, every movement was It is natural and smooth, like a white lotus emerging from water." 3. Praise and singing verses

1: I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life. "Removal of Sadness·Part 3"

2: The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

3: A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

4: "The Fifteenth Night of the First Month" (Tang Dynasty) Su Daowei The fire trees and silver flowers are closing, the iron locks of the star bridge are opened, and the lantern trees are shining with thousands of lights. The bright moon chases people. The wandering prostitutes all work on plum blossoms, and all the plum blossoms fall when they sing. Jinwu can't help but stay at night, and the jade leaks don't urge each other.

5: The sound of the Sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow. Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi"

6: Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sea is vast and the sky is like thunder, and the tide of Qiantang comes from the sky.

7: The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is thick.

8: Wet, the hope that has accumulated for many years

9: It is easy to say goodbye, but it is difficult to say goodbye. The flowers fall when the water falls, and the spring is gone. In heaven and on earth------Li Yu

10: There are still three thousand red trees, which are not as bright as the first blooming one.

11: The remaining clouds close the summer heat, and the new rain brings Qiulan. This poem describes the pleasant singing.

12: The sun is tilting northeast, with two rocks sandwiched between two cliffs. The sea fell in front of me, and the sky turned green. Thousands of peaks compete to gather together, and thousands of valleys are boundless.

13: The stars hang over the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges over the river.

14: The wine cannot last long, and the sorrow and hatred cannot be cured.

15: If you don’t climb a high mountain, you don’t know how high the sky is; if you don’t go to a deep stream, you don’t know how thick the earth is. "Xunzi"

Children celebrate Children's Day with singing and dancing; the sun is shining brightly, and thousands of new flowers are blooming.

16: Since the king came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured. I miss you like running water.

17: I came to conquer the battlefield, but no one returned.

19: The orioles of Asahi sing with my concubine, and when I open the curtains, I can only see the luxuriant grass. There is an east wind blowing in in front of the court, and thousands of willow trees are facing west. ——Liu Fangping's "Regrets of the Spring"

20: The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

21: Visiting Yaoxuan on Chinese Valentine's Day every year, who said there are tears in autumn? ——Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty, "Qixi Festival"

22: There are tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks in a few miles. When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks. The quiet words are deep in the stream, and the roar is high on the mountain top.

23: Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I return to my heart and look at the accumulated wind and smoke. "View of the Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th"

24: The moonlit night and a curtain of dreams, the tenderness of the spring breeze describe the beautiful singing verses.

25: Beautiful appearance and colorful temples, The fragrance has filled the road

26: The fields are still welcoming (Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, "Staying with Zhang Yi in the East Village of Liu Bacheng")

27: The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, early in the morning There is a dragonfly standing on top.

28: Saying farewell to Sanhe Road, and chasing heroes from six counties.

29: The beginning of spring is interpreted as thousands of words, and hundreds of birds can sing before dawn. Thousands of households and thousands of doors should wake up to dawn. Why listen to the rooster when establishing a charter? ——Wang Wei's "Listening to the Moth"

30: The nature of things has always come from a different family. Who is greedy for the cold, thin and tired of time? Chrysanthemums are white in the wind and frost 4. What are the poems praising "dance"

"Standing on a horse to listen to dance"

The phoenix bun is in the air, and the graceful waist is gentler and softer. Moving the lotus steps gently, the swallows flying in the Han Palace are old and romantic. The drums and drums are urged to visit Liangzhou, and the partridges fly up the spring sleeves. Brocade wrapped around his head, Liu Lang mistakenly identified Feng Qianliu.

"Hu Xuannu" by Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

Hu Xuannu, Hu Xuannu. The heart responds to the strings and the hands respond to the drums. There is a sound of string drum and both sleeves are raised. The snow is fluttering and dancing. Turn left and right without getting tired, and there is no end to the endless twists and turns. The world of things is incomparable, the running wheel is slow and the whirlwind is slow. At the end of the song, I thanked the emperor again, and the emperor opened his mouth slightly. Hu Xuannu came out of Kangju and traveled eastward for more than ten thousand miles in vain. The Central Plains has its own tricksters, but they are not as good as you in fighting for cleverness and contention. Tianbao is about to change every year, and all the ministers and concubines learn to change. Among them are Taizhen and Wailu Mountain, both of whom are the best at playing tricks. She was registered as a concubine in the pear garden and raised as a son under the golden rooster barrier. The Huxuan in Lushan confused the king's eyes, and the soldiers crossed the Yellow River and doubted that they had resisted. The noble concubine's misunderstanding confuses the king's heart, and the thought of abandoning Ma Wei is even deeper. Since then, the axis of the earth and the sky have been rotating, and it has been unstoppable for fifty years. Hu Xuannu, Mo Kongwu, sings this song several times to understand the Lord.

Cen Shen (Tang Dynasty) "Tian Shijun, the beauty dances like a lotus flower, Bei Yuan Song"

The beauty dances like a lotus flower, which the world has never seen. The high hall is full of red 氍湹, trying to dance to a song that is unique in the world. This song was introduced to the Han Dynasty by the barbarians.

"Watching Gongsun's Disciples Dance with Swords and Weapons"

On October 19, the second year of the Dali calendar, Kui Mansion did not drive to Yuan Chi's house. Seeing Li Twelve Niang in Linying dancing with swords and weapons, she was so strong that she was dancing with swords. She asked her teacher and said, "I am a disciple of Aunt Yu Gongsun." When he took off his hair, his hair was fluttering, and when he came out of his crown alone, people from the Erjiifang of Yichun Liyuan in Gaotou worshiped him outside. With a jade appearance and brocade clothes, and a white hair on his head, this disciple is not very handsome either. After identifying its origin, I know that there are no two waves, and I am generous in caring for things, so I talked about it as "Swordsmanship". In the past, Zhang Xu, a native of Wu, was good at cursive calligraphy. He often saw Mrs. Gongsun dancing with the Xihe sword in Ye County. From then on, his cursive writing improved and he was generous and grateful. Gongsun Ke knew it. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun who moved all directions with her sword dance. The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time. Huo Ruyi shoots at the nine sunsets, as powerful as the dragons flying among the emperors. It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea. Her crimson lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance.

The beauty Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song. After having questions and answers with me, I felt more sad and sad. The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship. Fifty years seem to have turned around, and the dust has shaken the royal family. The disciples in the Liyuan were scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflected the cold sun. The wood in front of the pile of golden millet has been arched, and the grass in Qutang's stone city is desolate. The Dai Feast is in a hurry and the songs come to an end, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow. I don't know where I'm going, and I'm worried about my illness.

Wang Jian (Northern and Southern Dynasties) "Poetry of Chanting and Dance"

The wind returns to the sleeves, and the sun reflects in the flowers. Sympathy relies on the pillar, and the shadow of love goes to the dangerous string.

Bai Pu (Yuan Dynasty) "Zhu Ma Listen·Blow"

If the stone breaks through the clouds, the jade tube should be horizontally clear and cleaner. In the frosty desert, the partridges are about to deflect in the wind. The dusk clouds cover the Phoenix stage, and the plum blossoms are shocked by the dusk snow. People are still, and the moon blows down from the river.

Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) "Dancing Songs in Colorful and Feather Clothes"

I served Emperor Xian of the Yuan Dynasty in the past, and I once accompanied him to a banquet in Zhaoyang. There are countless songs and dances, but the most favorite is the colorful dance. Dancing on a cold spring day, in front of the incense table under the jade hook railing. The dancer in front of the case was as beautiful as jade, and she was not wearing ordinary clothes. Hong Shang Xia Pei steps and shakes the crown, and the pearls are worn numerously. Pingting seems to be ignoring Luo Qi, listening to her music hanging and walking again and again. The chimes, flutes, zithers and flutes are passed to each other, and the sound of percussion and bombs is meandering. The six pieces of the prelude are still undressed, and the clouds on the balcony are lingering. In the middle sequence, the filming begins, and the autumn bamboo poles crack and the spring ice falls. The floating snow turns back to the light, and the beauty sends the wandering dragon into shock. The willows behind the small hanging hands are weak, and the clouds are about to grow when the train is slanted. The salamander moth is in a state of panic, and the wind sleeves are held low as if they are sentimental. Shangyuan ordered the servant girl to attract green calyx, and the Queen Mother waved goodbye to Fei Qiong. Twelve times of complex tones and urgent stanzas, how can the jade be shaken by dancing pearls? The flying luan dances but folds its wings, and the croaking crane finally makes a long sound. At that time, I was shocked to see it, but it was not enough to stare at it and listen to it. I have been in this world for eight or nine years, and I have never heard this song before. In Huancheng, I only heard the mandrills talking, and in Baxia, I only heard the cuckoos crying. In the second year after moving to Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. The exquisite harp and harp thank the good zither, and Chen Chong's chestnut and sheen are heavy and flat. With clear strings and crisp pipes, slender hands can teach you how to make colorful clothes. By the lake in front of Xubai Pavilion, you should only press it three times before and after. Then he abandoned the concubine, and after hearing the truth, they all dispersed. I arrived in Suzhou in May this year, and my head turned gray at dawn and dusk. The greedy reading of documents often invades the night, and I don't listen to Sheng songs until autumn. Autumn has come, I have nothing to do and I am bored. I suddenly recall the colorful clothes and have nowhere to ask. I heard that there are many musicians in your department, and I asked if there are any dancers in colorful clothes? The answer is that among the 100,000 households in the seven counties, no one knows that there is dancing in neon clothes. Only send me a long song, inscribed with the score of colorful clothes and feathers. The four flower papers are blue and red, and the colorful clothes are recorded in them. Thousands of postures are clearly visible, just like the Zhaoyang dancers. There seems to be a strange shape before my eyes, and my thoughts about the past and the present are the same. Doubts are summoned from dreams, and seem to be written out of pictures. I love neon clothes and you know it, it comes from singing and taking shape in poetry. You haven’t seen my song, which goes like this: “I’m shocked to see that the colorful clothes are full of feathers”, and you haven’t seen my poem, which goes like “I love the beautiful clothes before they are photographed.” It comes from the fact that everything has its own owner, and Yang created the sound and created the music. You said that this dance is rare, and it must be a poor girl in the city. Wu Yao and Xiao Yu flew into smoke, and the more beautiful Xi Shi turned into earth. The delicate smiles of the delicate flowers have been lonely for a long time, and the baby's house is empty. As you said, sincerity is true. Please listen to me calmly. If you want the beauty of the country, you can start to translate it, but I am afraid that this dance will be abandoned in the world. The good and bad of Yanya are far away from each other, and most of them are only praised by others. Li Juan is Zhang Tsaijun, don't be dissatisfied, he also plans to teach you what is appropriate.

Zuo Qiuming (Pre-Qin Dynasty) "Ji Zha Guanlei Zhou Yue/Ji Zha Guanlei"

Wu Gongzi Zha came to hire him. ...please watch Yu Zhoule. He made Gongwei sing "Zhou Nan" and "Zhao Nan", saying: "How beautiful! The foundation has been laid, but it has not yet been established. 5. Sentences to Praise for Dancing

1. The discs and drums for stepping on the festival have been set up. , the dancer dances calmly, with a comfortable form and wide meaning. Her heart is wandering in the boundless space, and she is free to think far and wide. The first movement is like leaning down, but also like looking up; like coming, but also like going. It is so graceful and melancholy, it is difficult to describe it in words.

Then the dance continued, like flying, like walking, like standing upright, but also like leaning. The casual movements are never out of control, and the movements of the hands, eyes, and body are all in line with the sound of the drum. The slender robes are fluttering in the wind, and the long sleeves are flowing in a continuous flow, and the twists and turns of the body are merged. /p>

2. She steps lightly and dances like a swallow nesting in its nest, flying high like a magpie bird frightened at night. Her beautiful dance posture is leisurely and graceful, and her agile flying body is as light as the wind. Her graceful posture is unparalleled. His quality is pure and pure. He cultivates his appearance and behavior to show his ambition. He aims to express his power in the high mountains and dance in the flowing water.

3. Pure appearance. The white shirt, dyed with black silk and ink, and the colorful fan are flowing, like a fairy, like a water spirit, as if coming from a dream.

A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror. The woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes lightly relaxes her hands. She closes the fan in her hand and looks like a dragon painting a painting with a pen. Her jade sleeves are full of wind, elegant and vigorous. The sound of the music is cool to the ears, and the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen or a silk string, turning, flicking, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and bending, and the flowing water moves like a dragon and flies like a phoenix.

4. Rui Gongjian Garden. Listen to Emperor Juntian's music and know him several times. Fighting like a human being, a new song about picking lotuses. The willow waist is light and the oriole's tongue is narrow. Who can fetter the carefree smoke and waves? Helpless, Tianjie has already urged the class to change. But riding on the colorful luan, the hibiscus looks sideways. I hope to accompany you to this banquet every year.

5. Suddenly the water sleeves were flung open, and the sleeves were dancing, as if countless petals were floating down in the sky, swaying, each petal holding strands of agarwood. 6. Please praise and sing good verses

This song should only be heard in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world? < /p>

When Confucius heard "Shao Le", he didn't know the taste of meat in March.

The sky is dark and the night is still young, the green clouds and immortals are dancing in colorful clothes; a jade flute is heard in the sky, and the moon is full in Lishan Palace The leakage is long.

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds and stagnant.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboo women, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dews and fragrant orchids smile.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

The place where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, Shi Potian was startled and teased Qiu Yu.

Dreaming of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, the old fish jumped on the waves and danced with the thin dragon.

Wu Zhi stayed sleepless and leaned on the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits with his feet exposed.

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The chimes, flutes, zithers and flutes are playing together, and the sound of percussion, bombs and bombs is meandering.

In the middle sequence, the drums are shot for the first time, and the autumn bamboo poles are cracked and the spring ice is torn apart.

The complicated sound is sharp and eccentric, and the dancing pearls shake the jade. The flying luan dances but folds its wings, and the croaking crane song ends with a long and loud sound.

I have been in the world for eight or nine years, and I have never heard it. This song. In Huancheng, I can only hear the mandrills talking, and in Baxia, I can only hear the cuckoos crying.

When you don’t see me, my song goes: I am shocked to break the song of colorful clothes and feathers; but when you don’t see me, my poem goes: I love the song when the colorful clothes are not filmed. .

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted, and then picked again, it was originally a neon dress and then the sixth one.

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate.

The orioles in the Guan Guan are whispering, and the bottom of the flowers is slippery. , the condensation will never pass and the sound will stop for a while.

Don't feel sad or secretly resentful. At this time, silence is better than sound.

The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the iron cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

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At the end of the song, the plucking is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. 7. Verses praising dance

Guangyan: a beautiful face; a pair of long eyebrows that can speak thousands of languages, a pair of Eye. Women's charm is not only reflected in their beautiful facial features, but also between their eyebrows. Before dancing, there is glory and love.

Manly dance: long eyebrows, beautiful eyes, fingers, waist, bun, pleated skirt, thin steps - from "moving slowly like light clouds" to "turning quickly like a whirlwind".

Charm: Indian dances mostly express religious stories, and the Kalama sisters vividly expressed the "sorrows and joys" with their spirited dance. People don't have to stick to the storyline, but can be happy or sad. The exquisite dance bridges cultural barriers and connects people's hearts. "We saw that her eyebrows suddenly frowned... which made people almost hear the clanking sound of strings." The dance achieves this kind of verve, which is truly breathtaking.

It is very difficult to use language to express stage art and requires superb language skills. This article mainly uses rhetorical means such as metaphors and parallelism to vividly express the exquisite dance of the Karama sisters. Like "moving slowly like light clouds, turning like a whirlwind", "suddenly frowning... one can almost hear the tinkling of strings", "the petals of the lotus bloom and tremble, the deer rushes and jumps, the peacock looks high" "Striding" and so on, the visual image is transformed into a verbal image as much as possible, and through language, the readers can use their imagination and get the dual aesthetic enjoyment of language and dance image. 8. Ancient poems praising dance

Song of Everlasting Regret

Bai Juyi

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, but he couldn’t get it from the imperial palace for many years.

A daughter of the Yang family has just grown up, and she is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.

It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.

Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.

In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.

The waiter lifted up the weakling, it was the beginning of a new grace.

The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent is a warm spring night.

The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early.

There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and spring outings are devoted to all nights.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.

The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is full of drunkenness and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, poor and glorious.

This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as a boy, but to be reborn as a girl.

From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.

Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, The king is not satisfied with it all day long.

The Yu Yang Gong stirs the ground and breaks the colorful clothes and feathers.

Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.

The green flowers waver and stop, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.

The six armies had no choice but to turn their eyebrows around and die in front of the horse.

The flowers are left to the ground but no one collects them, and the green gorse jade scratches the head.

The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed together.

The yellow leaves are scattered and the wind is blowing, and the clouds linger on the sword pavilion.

There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.

The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord loves him day and night.

Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of heartbroken bells in the rainy night.

The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, hesitating and unable to go.

In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died.

The monarch and his ministers take care of each other and wear their clothes, and look east to the capital to return home.

When I return, all the ponds and gardens are still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.

Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.

The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.

The disciples of Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of Jiaofang is old.

The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before falling asleep.

The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.

After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.

Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.

In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.

Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for all.

The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, both places are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.

The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.

One of the characters is too true, with snow-skinned and colorful appearance.

Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and if you turn to the small jade, you will be rewarded with double success.

Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.

Wandering around with clothes and pillows in hand, the silver screen of pearls and foil spreads out.

The cloud bun is half-way up to sleep, and the flower crown is not neatly arranged when I come down to the hall.

The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, like a colorful dress and feathers dancing.

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.

I look at the king with affection, and my voice and appearance are blurred once I say goodbye.

There is endless love in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Pengcai Palace.

Turning back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist instead of Chang'an.

Only the old things show deep affection, and the tin alloy hairpins are sent to the future.

One strand of the hairpin is left to form a fan, and the gold hairpin is broken into two pieces.

But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.

I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, and in it I vowed to know each other.

On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, in the middle of the night when no one was whispering.

In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth, I wish to be a twig.

As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.

Poems with dance in the middle