1. An ancient poem describing dance

1. Tian Shijun's beauty dances like a lotus flower singing in the north

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

Beauty dances like a lotus flower, which the world should not see with eyes.

Gaotang is full of red, and there is no dance in the world.

Translation:

Beauty dances like a lotus, and people in the world must have never seen it.

The high hall is covered with a red carpet, dancing like heaven and earth.

2. Hu Xuannv

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

played a string drum and raised his arms with two sleeves. Back to the snow, swaying and dancing.

you never get tired of turning left and right.

Translation:

My sleeves danced in the sound of drum music, like snowflakes fluttering in the air, like grass flying in the wind. Even the galloping wheels felt slower than her, even inferior to the rapid whirlwind.

turning left and right is tireless, and it keeps turning for thousands of times.

3. Watch Gong Sundaniang's Disciple's Sword Dancing

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

shone like a dagger at nine o'clock, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons.

she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.

translation:

The light of the sword is dazzling, like Hou Yi shooting for nine days, and the dance is vigorous and agile, just like the gods flying on a dragon.

When dancing, the sword is thunderous, which makes people hold their breath. When dancing, it is calm, like the waves of rivers and seas.

4.

In Tang Dynasty, Li Taixuan

lost her dancing momentum with the wind, and her singing was still quiet.

thousands of times I went to the lyrics of the festival, and my charming eyes flowed like waves into my temples.

Translation:

Women's dancing moves are scattered and put away by the wind, and their graceful figures dance, and their songs are as powerful as musical instruments, full of rhythm and very melodious.

She danced with her eyes to convey her feelings, and those charming eyes between her hair temples were as clear as water waves and fascinated people.

5.

Four Poems by drinking Alone with the Moon, Part One

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.

till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.

alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.

but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.

I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.

have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.

shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.

translation:

I put a pot of wine among the flowers, and I poured it myself, and I didn't have any friends or relatives around me.

raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, and face my shadow, and it will become three people.

The bright moon can't understand the joy of drinking heartily, and the shadow can only follow me silently.

For the time being, I will accompany you with the shadow of the bright moon, while spring night is enjoying himself.

I recite poems, the moon lingers with me, my hands and feet dance, and my shadows wander with me.

I share happiness with you when I am sober, and go our separate ways when I am drunk.

I would like to make a friendship with them forever and forget the injury, and meet them at the edge of the misty galaxy. 2. China's ancient poems about dance

she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea. But vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves and and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame's

Watching Gong Sundaniang's Disciples Dancing Sword and Apparatus

Falling flowers around the trees, suspecting that there is no shadow, and returning to the snow, there is a feeling from the wind.

The five-chanting dance of Wang Langzhong's prostitute's seat is suddenly broken and swaying, and Luo Shan's shirt is half off his shoulder.

Zhezhi Ci

It's a feast in September and autumn, and it's flying. It's like Youlong's

Going to the East Building to Watch the Dance on the 9th of Changsha, looking at the progress, turning his face and looking empty, his wrist moving luxuriantly, his shirt dancing with the wishful wind

and his sleeve bowing and waist not forgetting, and the street west hook breaks the mangrove tree of Pingyang Zhuzhici

. With hanging cymbals, the hip flowers are heavy at the waist, and the hat turns to a golden bell and the snow is shining. 3. What are the ancient poems that describe the dance? 1. The sleeves are moving and fragrant, and the red ones are lingering in the autumn smoke. The wind is shaking on the light Yunling, and the water is blowing at the edge of the tender willow pool.

2. There are beautiful women in the South China, dancing lightly with green waist. At the end of the autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. As graceful as orchid, as Youlong did.

3. Double Butterfly Embroidered Luo Skirt, Dongchi Banquet, First Meeting. The vermicelli is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and spring. Look closely at all the good places, people are humane, and the waist is slim. Yesterday, the mountains were in a daze, and when I came, my clothes were on the clouds.

Poems describing dance include Du Fu's "Watching Gong Sundaniang's Disciples Dance with Sword and Instruments" and Bai Juyi's "Dancing Song of Dress and Feather", almost all of which describe the beauty and magnificence of dance.

Here's "Watch Gong Sundaniang's Disciple's Sword Dancing":

there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters. An audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.

which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons. She began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.

but vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame. This beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way.

and while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come. There were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun.

fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, the wind and dust shook the royal family. Disciples in Liyuan scattered like smoke, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun.

there are man-size trees by the Emperor's Golden Tomb, Qutang Shicheng grass is bleak. The song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising.

and I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair.

Reference

Du Fu. Collection of Du Gongbu. Shanghai: Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House, 2113-1-1 4. What are the poems describing "ancient dance"

1. "Poems on Dancing"

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Wang Chang

From the wind to the sleeves, reflecting the sun to the flowers. Sympathy promotes the column, and the shadow goes to the dangerous string.

2.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

I was with Emperor Xian yesterday, and I had 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, before the incense table under the jade hook bar. Yan Ruyu, a former dancer, did not wear worldly clothes. Hong Shang Xia Dian steps to shake the crown, and she is full of Pei Shanshan. Have a graceful demeanour doesn't seem to be Luo Qi, but Gu Tingle hangs on for a while. Xiao, Zheng, and flute are mixed with each other, and the percussion bomb blows with a sound. Scattered six plays without moving clothes, and the balcony is not flying. At the beginning of the middle sequence, the bamboo pole in autumn cracks the ice in spring. Floating back to the light snow, smile longitudinal send Youlong surprised. The willows are weak after hanging down their hands, and the clouds are about to grow when dragging obliquely. The moth is slightly folded, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate. Shangyuan points to the green calyx, and the Queen Mother waves goodbye to Qiong. Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and the jumping beads shake the jade! Xiang Luan danced but closed her wings, and the crane song ended in a long sound. At that time, I was surprised at first sight, but I was not enough to stare and listen. I haven't heard this song since I fell into the world in 1989. While listening to mandrill in Gancheng, the cuckoo cries in Baxia. In the second year of moving to Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sishu. Exquisite and graceful, thank you for your Zheng, and Chen Chong is chestnut and Shen Pingsheng. Clear strings and brittle pipes and slim hands, so that you can make a beautiful dress. By the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, you should only press it three times before and after. I threw away the bastard and heard that the stars were scattered now. I went to Suzhou in May this year, urging my hair to grow old at dusk. A greedy case often invades the night and doesn't listen to the strike until autumn. Qiu Lai has nothing to do but be bored, and suddenly he has nowhere to ask. There are many musicians in Wenjun's Ministry. Do you have any female dancers? There are 111,111 households in Qiyun County, and no one knows that there is a dress dance. Only send Long song to come with me, with the title "Dress and Feather Spectrum". Four flower notes are blue and red, and the clothes are recorded in them. There are many different forms, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang. At present, it seems to be a matter of shape, and I think the same in the past and now. Doubt is called from the soul dream, and it seems to be written like a picture of Dan Qing. I love to know each other, and I am born in singing and shaped in poetry. You don't see my poem "and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat" or my poem "When I love a beautiful dress". Everything has its owner, and Yang creates a sound and composes a spectrum. You said that this dance is rare, and it must be the city of poor girl. Xiaoyu, the demon of Wu, flies as smoke, and the more gorgeous she is, the more beautiful she is. Beautiful flowers and clever smiles have been lonely for a long time, and the baby house is empty. As you said, it's true. Try to listen to me calmly. If you want the national color to begin to spread, but I am afraid that this dance will be abolished. The advantages and disadvantages of Yan Yao are far from each other, and most of them are only flattering. Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too suspicious, and he also plans to learn from it as appropriate.

3. Hu Xuannv

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Hu Xuannv, Hu Xuannv. Heart should be chord, hand should be drum. The strings and drums raise their sleeves with a bang. Back to the snow, floating and dancing. Turn left and turn right, and you will never be tired. There is nothing like human beings, and the wheel is slow and whirlwind is late. At the end of the song, I worshipped the Emperor Xie again, and the Emperor was slightly embarrassed. Hu Xuannv, out of a comfortable home, came to Wan Li in vain. The central plains has its own Hu Xuan, and it is not as good as fighting for energy. Tianbao season wants to change, and everyone learns to change. Among them, there is Taizhen Wailu Mountain, and the two of them are the most skillful. The book in the pear garden is a princess, and the golden rooster is a child. Lu shan Hu Xuan fascinated your eyes, and the soldiers crossed the Yellow River without doubt. The imperial concubine Hu Xuan confused your heart, and she abandoned Ma Wei more deeply. From the axis of the earth to the sky, it has been impossible for 51 years. Hu Xuannv, Mo Kongwu, sing this song several times to understand the Lord.

4.

Tian Shijun's beauty dance is like a lotus flower singing in the north. Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

Beauty dance is like a lotus flower, which the world should not see with its eyes. Gaotang is full of red, and there is no dance in the world. This song was introduced to Han by the conference semifinals, and the guests were surprised and sighed. The slow-faced jiao e is full of fiber, and the light Luo Jin wisp of flowers is lush. When you turn your sleeves around, if it snows, you will get a whirlwind from left to right. Pipa flute and no turn, Huamen mountain Huang Yunhe. Suddenly, there was a sound of stuffing, and the white grass was cold and rustling. Turning over and breaking is like a god, seeing the past and seeing the new. Only then did I know that the songs were incomparable, and picking lotus flowers and falling plum blossoms made me deaf. The world only learns to dance, so how can it be so unrestrained?

5.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters. An audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions. Which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons. She began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea. But vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame. This beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way. And while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come. There were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun. Fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, the wind and dust toppled the royal family. Disciples in Liyuan scattered like smoke, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun. There are man-size trees by the Emperor's Golden Tomb, Qu Tang Shicheng grass bleak. The song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising. And I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair. 5. Poems about dance

1. Dance turns back to tea, and songs are sorrowful. The hall is full of bright lights, and the seats are beautiful.

2. Water dragons sing

Lu Tonglao

Plain muscles are innocent and innocent, and I came to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, clean when making up. It's too liquid to turn over, and it's time to dance. Still, the old fragrance is light powder, the flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. Want to call fairy ling bo. Pan-boat, waves thousands of miles. I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the Ming dynasty is falling. The moon shadow is sad, the dew is scattered, and who leans on the small aperture. * * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and the night is cold.

3. Lotus picking dance

Ruigong Langyuan. Listen to Jun Tiandi's music and know him several times. Struggle is like the world, a new biography of picking lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the warbler's tongue is squeaky. Who is bound by the free smoke and waves? Helpless day order, already urged the class to turn. But driving a colorful phoenix, hibiscus looks forward to it. May I accompany you to this banquet every year.

Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciple's swordsmanship

Author: Du Fu

On October 19th, the second year of Dali, Kuifu held a house to see Li Shierniang's swordsmanship in Linying, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang."

After five years in the first century, I was still a child, which was recorded when I watched Gongsun's swordsmanship in Yancheng, and I made a clear presentation. Since the high head Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, people have been worshiped outside, Xiao is a dancer, and at the beginning of Emperor SHEN WOO, Sun was just one person. Jade looks gorgeous, and the situation is white. Today, I am a disciple, and I am also a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the waves. Generous, chat for the sword line.

Zhang Xu, a deceased Wu native, was good at cursive calligraphy and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe sword in Yexian County. Since then, he has grown in cursive calligraphy and is grateful, which means that Gongsun knows.

there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters.

an audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.

The twinkling of an eye is like the setting of nine days, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons;

she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.

but vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame.

this beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way.

and while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come.

there were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun.

fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, the dusty cave fainted the royal family.

instead of the Pear-Garden Players, who have blown by like a mist, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun.

the south wood of Jinsudui has been arched, and the grass of Qutang Shicheng is bleak.

the song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising.

and I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair. 6. What's the poem about dancing?

1. Dancing low in the heart of the willow building, singing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan.

2. After the dance, the skirt is green and drooping, and the wine is blushing.

3. Hong Kong learns to dance with a soft waist, and her spinning dance clothes are dyed like a palace.

4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop outside the Qingshan Building outside the mountain?

5. of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.

6. the dance turns back to tea, and the song is sorrowful. The hall is full of bright lights, and the seats are beautiful.

7. The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns later. Dancing with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from Haidong. (Li Bai's Gaogouli)

8. A new building with a small singing and dancing troupe. The sudden rush swayed, and the shirt was half off the shoulder. (Xue neng's "Zhezhi Ci"

9. From the wind back to the sleeves, the sun turns to the flowers. Sympathy promotes the column, and the shadow goes to the dangerous string. (

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1. Zhu Huo shines brightly on a beautiful woman and will invite a blind date with affection.

when you smile, your mind will be confused, and you will want it if it is not because of your son. 2, the Millennium wants to coagulate the grass, and the golden jade column rings the bridal chamber.

Two hearts and one shadow all return to Xiang, so don't forget to send your feelings to Jun Jun. 3, the cold night is dense and drooping, and the beauty and beauty know each other.

Even if you go to Dan twice, you will never move, and you will be rewarded with long sleeves. 4, the dance turned back to tea, and the songs gathered green cymbals.

the hall is full of photos, and the seats are beautiful. 5, the waterspout Lu Tong old muscle is not dirty and innocent, and Xiao Lai Yu Li Yao Chi.

graceful and green cover, ying ying is plain, and make-up is clean when washing. It's too liquid to turn over, and it's time to dance.

It's still the same, and the fragrance of the old days is weak, and the flowers are not like it, which makes people haggard. Want to call fairy ling bo.

the boat is flat and the waves are thousands of miles away. I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the Ming dynasty is falling.

the moon is full of sadness, and the dew is scattered, so who leans against the small aperture? * * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and the night is cold.

6. Picking lotus flowers and dancing in Langyuan Palace. Listen to Jun Tiandi's music and know him several times.

contention is like the world, a new biography of picking lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the warbler's tongue is squeaky.

free and unfettered smoke and waves are bound. Helpless day order, good morning.