Pearl tassels rotate, stars shake and Hua Teng moves. Dancing with a low heart and singing at the bottom of a peach blossom fan, I don't hesitate to step on the lotus and worry about going to Lingbo for a long time. I saw the dance in the air without a trace. Stealing through the palace is as stable as Mount Tai and as sleepy as Mount Tai. It's hard to say exquisite, but it must be seen from the palm of your hand.
At this time, the festival plates and drums have been set, and the dancers are dancing calmly and comfortably. Her heart roams in the boundless space and thinks freely. The first action, like bending over and looking up; Like coming and going. It is so elegant and melancholy that it is difficult to visualize it in words. Then dance, like flying, like walking; Like a sharp position, like a tilt. Casual movements will never lose their statutes, and hands, eyes and posture should be accompanied by drums. Slim Luo Yi fluttered in the wind, and the long sleeves that filled the air crossed left and right. An endless stream of gestures fluttered and scattered, and the tortuous figure and hands and feet merged together.