Poetry describing singing

Li he

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.

Lin Sheng Ti Lin Andi

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm wind intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.

Cai Jia Shi ba pai

Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious.

The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other.

Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty. He gave me a phone call that was almost imperial and asked my daughter to redeem my concubine.

I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad I met a sage, so I won't say goodbye to my children for no reason.

Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions.

Five Lyrics of Funan Song by Wang Wei

[Tong Dian Yun: Wu Dechu, due to the old system of the Sui Dynasty, played nine songs and called Fu Nan four times. Tang Le: Tianbao Music has a side name. From west to west, there is Minnan music and dance. 〕

Yu Yu ying Zhang

There is no way to start sleeping in spring.

Shame begins with skin color.

Jiao comes by voice.

Go to Zhaoyang Hall in the morning.

The king urged him.

The green line moves in class.

I sat in the front of the hall.

Zigrunuqu.

Double dance Luoyang people.

Look at the country and people.

I would rather be intimate.

Full of fragrance.

Make-up flower shadow foil child

Wensong Tian Zhan wai

Dancing (attending a banquet) outside the royal building.

Where did the sunset go?

Huajian Changle Palace

The maid-in-waiting returned to the golden house.

Will sleep again, afraid of light.

Just dress lightly in spring.

Make up in the middle of the night

Fushu Qian Chao Temple.

Jade shovel (a demolition) full sound.

The sun shines on the window.

Beautiful people sit in the mirror.

Three generations of light hate.

It's wrong to insert a hairpin.

Don't swim wholeheartedly.

Fortunately, I'm waiting for spring makeup. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"

The willow floor dances low and the peach blossom fan sings at the bottom. Yan's Partridge Sky

The songs and dances in Liangyuan are full of romance, and the wine is like a knife. I remember what a pleasant thing it was in peace. Fan Lou was lit up at night. Liu

Just like Youlong. As bright as Yun Zheyue, as fluttering as returning wind and snow. Cao Zhi's Ode to Luoshen

Pearl tassels rotate, stars shake and Hua Teng moves. Bai Juyi

Thousands of households were unlocked, and they moved to the Imperial Capital in the middle of the first month, with 300 wives dancing sleeves and writing in the sky for a while. On the fifteenth day of the first month, the night in Zhang Hu is brightly lit.

The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? Du Fu's "Giving Flowers"

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.

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 grass 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 Daggers is dedicated to the female students of Mrs. Sun.

Gorilla blood is the head mark, and the sky is lifted together, drawing a radial shape. However, my wife is disappointing, and six rooms of tea is a temporary move. Zhang Hu's "On the Music"

On weekdays in Calyx Building in August, Wanfang plays Millennium Music. The whole city is good at it, and a geisha has just become Zhao Jiechou. Zhang Hu's Qian Qiu Music

The willows in Xingqing Hunan haven't blossomed yet. I really put a plum first. My wife sang "The Spring Warbler" and the flowers were dancing gently. Zhang Hu's "Spring Warbler"

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Lin Sheng's title of Lin 'an Prefecture

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. Lu Tong's Old Water Dragon Hidden

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, 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 Song of Dress and Micro-poem

Girls step on spring day, step on Pingyang, and win their hometown. Don't forget to dance your sleeves and bow your waist, and the street west hooks people's intestines. Kong's Pingyang Zhi Zhu Ci

There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with 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 "Changsha No.9 Going to the East Building to Watch Dance"

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 "The Geisha with Broken Branches"

Wu Dao sewed colorful dance clothes, bright makeup and beautiful clothes, which won the spring glow and snow on his brow sleeves.

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. Lipper

The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. Lipper

Light rain fell on Fang Fei, and the garden was brightly lit. 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 enjoys Xiao Zhong Chunyuan and listens to prostitutes.

Brilliant golden land, exquisite jade hall. The moon is full in Kunchi, and Hepu returns at night.

Color follows the snake, shape follows the dance phoenix. Let's get up in Ganquan Palace, where flowers are blooming and attracting people's attention. Li Qiao's pearls