What are the sentences describing men's ancient dance?

Suddenly, with the waving and dancing of sleeves, it seems that countless petals are floating in the air, swaying and dragging, holding a ray of agarwood.

Cui Di, dressed in white, Lin Feng quietly plays the flute, and the breeze blows his clothes. In front of him, Ling Ning is more like a fairy, and they match into a beautiful picture. I never thought that two people standing together could be so harmonious and perfect.

Pink face has a little red lips, and I am still ashamed of my desire for words. Beauty is like pink peach petals, and manners are like blue. A bright yellow flowing long skirt, with waterfalls on the edge of dark hair, and a faint smile on her elegant face.

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

Dance phoenix bun is empty, waist temperature 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.

The man has a long dark red hair, which hangs casually behind him, as smooth as fine satin. Exquisite as a woman, Ye Mei has a pair of stunning purple eyes, the corners of which are slightly raised, adding to the sultry amorous feelings. Lips gently pursed, Gherardini lips. The skin is whiter than snow, and it seems to be slightly silvery white.

His skin is as beautiful as cherry blossoms in the yard, his eyes are like black agate, his black hair has a silky luster, and although his shirt is a bit shabby, it still looks like a prince on him. ?

A man's sharp eyes seem to be able to read her mind, and his elegant and handsome face has a faint smile, which makes everyone can't help but sigh. ?

White and black hair, elegant clothes, not tied, slightly fluttering, lining the posture hanging in mid-air, straight as a god. His skin is shiny, and his eyes are shining with the light of 1000 kinds of colored glasses.

He is wearing a white dress with a silver fine pattern at the bottom and a big lotus pattern looming on the white dress. A white silk thread tied with more than half of dark blue hair hangs high behind the head, and the black eyes under the arch eyebrows are like indelible ink. ?

Uncle He Ping's beauty instrument is white. Wei Mingdi suspected that he was pink, Xia Yue and a hot soup cake. Both of them spit and sweated, and they wiped themselves with red clothes, and the color turned charming. ?

Long black hair streamed down. Strangely, ordinary young men with long hair always smell a bit sparse, but he is so elegant and completely undisciplined, which makes people feel that all handsome men in the world should let their hair hang freely like him before they can be called handsome men.

He was dressed in a miserable green robe, his hair tied with bamboo poles, and he smelled different from the wood of the blue musk deer. Clouds are gathering in the evening, and the sky is glazed. The poor boy's face is like peach and apricot, and his posture is elegant, but he is still lonely and thin, with smart pupils and crystal beads as attractive. ?

Black hair is tied with white ribbon and covered with white satin. The waist is tied with a long tassel sash of white silk, on which is tied a white jade sheep fat and covered with a soft gauze. Eyebrows to the temples, slender and gentle eyes, beautiful nose and fair skin.

The flute is getting faster and faster, and his posture is dancing faster and faster. The jade hand lingers, the skirt flies, a pair of misty eyes want to say goodbye, and time flies. The whole person is like a misty flower, flashing beautiful colors, but it is so out of reach.