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.
As bright as an archer shooting down nine suns in the sky, as agile as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
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, and the dust has settled in the royal family with a flick of a finger.
The disciples in the pear garden dispersed like smoke, and one or two female musicians were trying to charm the cold sun.
There are also people who are big and burly next to the tomb of the Golden Emperor, and the grass in the Tang Shicheng is bleak.
The song ended, the slow string and the fast tube stopped, and in the climax of joy, sadness came with the rise of the eastern moon.
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.
2. A good poem describing dance, "The song of Mrs. Gongsun's female students dancing daggers".
-Tang Du Fu
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 hay 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.
Hu-quit near school
-Don Bai Juyi
Hu, Hu. The heart should be a chord and the hand should be a drum. Double sleeves and drums, snow floating back to dance. Turn left and right, never tired. There is nothing like human beings. The wheels are slow and the whirlwind is late. At the end of the Song Dynasty, he thanked the emperor again, and the emperor was slightly embarrassed. Hu out, out of the Shu family, came to Wan Libai. The Central Plains has its own Hu Xuan, so it is better to fight for energy. Tianbao season wants to change, and everyone learns to change. One of them is Taizhen Wailushan, and the two have the highest skills. The books in the pear garden are princesses and the golden roosters are children. Lushan Hu Xuan fascinated your eyes, and the soldiers undoubtedly crossed the Yellow River. Princess Hu Xuangui has confused your heart, and she abandoned Ma Wei deeper. From the earth's axis to the sky, it has been impossible for 50 years. Hu, Mo Kongwu, sing this song a few times and you will understand the Lord.
Jade girl dances and dresses.
-Tang Li Taixuan
The dance is scattered with the wind and collected, and the song is like rhyme. Thousands of times I went to the music festival to write lyrics, and my eyes flowed into my temples like waves.
dance
-Hu
Jingtai wonderful dance, half dress. When you twist your waist, your sleeves will fly. The fog is light and red, and the wind is bright and purple. There are not many disciples in the world.
dance
-Don Liqiao
Wonderful words swim in the golden valley, and beauty fills the stone city. Xiayi bench turns, flowers and snow move forward. Qinfeng and Qing, the sound of returning to Luan should be elegant. If you don't want to get heavy, who will enjoy a light waist?
Recite dance
-Tang Yu Shinan
Numerous strings play in the water, long sleeves return to Luan. A couple should be harmonious, but they look like a mirror.
Recite dance
-Tang Xiao Deyang.
Lower your body, raise your sleeves and stroke se. Doubt rises on the eaves, and snow flies like flowers.
Recite dance
-Don Yang Xidao (works by Yang Xidao)
Twenty-eight is like snow, and three spring flowers are early. Branches turn into candles, a kind of oblique wind.
Chorus and dance poems
-Northern and Southern Dynasties, Yu Xin
The new house is full of flowers and candles. Yan danced. Follow the footsteps. In a low voice, loudly. Step by step. This shirt is not finished yet. Luan returns to the mirror full. Hegu city should be tilted. I went to school yesterday. Trust is born in the world.
Cao Shi Jiuwu Qingling
—— Tang Yuanzhen
Urgent tube QingNong frequency, dance clothes tied. Affectionate solo, staggered sleeves. You can turn the wind back into snow. Persistence is often complicated.
Nine days in Changsha to watch the East Building Dance
Don Li Qunyu
First of all:
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.
Second:
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.
Dance for Zhang
Don Yang Yuhuan
The sleeves are fragrant, and the red fragrance lingers in autumn smoke. The wind is shaking on the light cloud ridge, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pool.
Dance poem
-Xiao Yan in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
Wrist weakness, low lift. The body becomes lighter and returns to the vertical. It can be said that writing is self-satisfied. Fang and Xin have something in common.
sing and dance
-Don Li Shangyin
Stop Yun Ge's bell and dance lightly back to the snow. As long as the monarch flows, he will be utterly defeated and ruined.
Chenhouting dance
-Tang Yuanzhang
If the graceful return air flies, Lihua becomes the posture of jade sleeve. A dance was taught in the backyard, which broke the unknown.
3. Poems or sentences describing beautiful dance 1. Dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.
2. Shuilongyin
Lvtonglao
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? There are amphibious snow herons in the fragrant alliance, and the night is cool.
3. Lotus picking dance
Gong Rui Yuen Long. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times. Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of the warbler is squeaky. Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged. But driving in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.
4. Are there any sentences describing women's sword dancing? There is no silk and bamboo, only Xiang Yu's crooning. That's enough, Yu Ji smiled. She wants to dance a beautiful sword dance, so that Xiang Yu will always remember herself.
Xiang Yu's melancholy came out with the song, and Yu Ji's sadness went away with the dance. Her sadness is so heavy that she can only bear it with sword dance.
Light beauty, dense sword shadow, accompanied by the rhythm of being ready for battle. ...
Yu Ji danced and thought, as if he had returned to the past. She no longer deliberately in action, just heart to heart:
Peach blossoms bloom in turn all the way, with all kinds of amorous feelings, blood like water and bones like mountains all the way. Sword all the way, sword all the way, fire all the way, blood and tears all the way ... Yuji danced with her thoughts, like in Jiangdong, like in the Central Plains, like in Hanguguan. ...
Xiang Yu is also in a trance. His eyes are just like swords and flowers, as if he had gone back to the past. ...
At the end of the dance, Yu Ji conveniently inserted a sword between her neck, and the white neck immediately oozed deep red blood, which was somewhat unreal. "The thin steel forged sword of Wuyue is really the sword of a Chinese odyssey!" Concubine smiled mournfully and fell down gently. "Don't cry, overlord." But at the moment when she fell to the ground, she clearly saw the tears in Xiang Yu's eyes.
"No matter what happens in the future, I will not drag down the king ... and there is no such sword dance in this world. No one can imitate the dance shadow I left for the king, because even if there were dancers with superb dancing skills later, I wouldn't have such a feeling of relief and sadness ... "
The branches hissed and sang songs of Chu, calling for concubine. ...
When the legend of pulling the mountain to lift the tripod became a yellow page, when the thunderbolt turned into an eastward river, Yu Ji, an ordinary Jiangdong woman, explained her ordinary life with sword dance, which is a legend that adults relish.
5. Are there any beautiful sentences to describe dancing?
Anonymous answer: 3 popularity: 49 solution time: 20: 30 on May 7, 2009.
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.
As bright as a shot of nine days, as swift as a dragon on the front wing of an angel;
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 later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun.
The golden millet piled nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is bleak.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
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.
1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.
2. Shuilongyin
Lvtonglao
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? There are amphibious snow herons in the fragrant alliance, and the night is cool.
3. Lotus picking dance
Gong Rui Yuen Long. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times. Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of the warbler is squeaky. Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged. But driving in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.
6. Words or phrases describing sword dancing should not be written in ancient Chinese: Chen Taiji sword 49 potential 1, single sword starting potential 2, Chaoyang sword 3, immortal guiding direction 4, Qinglong coming out of water 5, kneepad sword 6, closing potential 7, Qinglong coming out of water 8, turning over and chopping sword 9, Qinglong turning around 10, and flying obliquely/kloc-0. Golden Rooster Independence 14, Fairy Guide 15, Block Potential 16, Ancient Tree Packaging 17, Hungry Tiger Pushi 18, Qinglong Swing Tail 19, Tired Arm 20, Yema Tiaoxi 2. Swallow pecking at mud 27, white snake spitting letter 28, oblique flying 29, eagle and bear fighting wisdom 30, swallow pecking at mud 3 1, star-picking and bucket-changing 32, fishing for the moon in the sea 33, fairy guide 34, phoenix nodding 35, swallow pecking at mud 36, white snake spitting letter 37, oblique flying 38, left supporting one thousand jins 39, right supporting one thousand jins 40, swallow
7. Good words and sentences for sword dancing, half drunk. Pang Tong and Fazheng discussed: "It is no longer the master who has the final say."
He taught Wei Yan to dance sword in class and took advantage of it to kill Liu Zhang. Yan Sui drew his sword and said, "There is no joy in the banquet. I hope to dance the sword for the play."
Pang Tong called all the warriors in and listed them under the hall, waiting for Wei Yan to do it. The generals in Liu Zhang saw Wei Yan dancing the sword before the banquet, and saw the samurai under the stage holding the sword and looking straight at the hall, saying, "There must be a pair of swords, and someone wants to dance with General Wei."
They danced in front of the banquet. Wei Yan visually observed Liu Feng, and Liu Feng also drew his sword to help dance.
So Liu Gui, Lingbao and Deng Xian drew their swords and said, "Let's jump together and help us laugh." The sword is like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and it is like Youlong shuttling around, sometimes as light as a swallow, shining a sword, sometimes as sudden as lightning, and leaves are falling in succession.
It's a silver courtyard. Wan Li swallowed Hungarian blood. 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. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
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 later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun. There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows. 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.
The sword dances faster and faster, just like a silver dragon flying up and down around her, winding left and right. His sword dance is quiet as a tiger, swift as a dragon, slow as a cloud, swift as lightning, steady and natural.
The sword dance is really good The sword passed by, and the wind was blowing, blowing off white petals from the lilac tree. He held down his sword, restrained his smile, brushed his face, his eyes flashed like a meteor, and his eyes danced with gestures.
The martial arts used by Wudang's second master when fighting Ling Huchong. Wu Tangmen, the second master, has accumulated decades of strength, and his swordsmanship is both yin and yang, both rigid and soft.
When pushing, one person is slow and one person is fast. Although the posture is unsightly, the sword is simple and vigorous, and the flaw is rare. When the battle reached the critical point, one man's sword was opened and closed, and the situation was vigorous; A person's illness tends to retreat, and a little cold star appears on the tip of the sword.
Two Taoist priests, Qing Xu and Gao Zhi, used this sword to spite Ling Huchong, but they were defeated by Ling Huchong's Nine Swords. The sword flashed and lightning struck.
Zhuo Donglai did not hesitate, did not retreat, and was not confused by the dazzling lightning. He found the tip of the sword in the flash.
The tip of the sword is the heart of the sword. The sword potential changes with the blade, and this change is the lifeblood of this sword.
He cut off the lifeblood of this sword with one blow. The sword light suddenly disappeared, and Dong Zhuo's blade was behind Sima's left neck.
He has no spare capacity to dodge and fight back, and the sharp blade can cut off his head in an instant. Only the knife flashed, no blood spatter.
This knife is carried on the back. Then he left; I didn't look back, nor did I look at Sima Chaoqun again.
Sima couldn't help hissing and asked, "Why didn't you kill me?" Zhuo Donglai still didn't look back, but simply said, "Because now you are a dead man." Walking past several female disciples, the first sword swung out, Gao Kexin's sword fell to the ground, the second sword swung out, Deng Bagong's soft whip was around his neck, and the third sword hit the blade of Zhong Town hard.
Zhong Zhen knew that his swordsmanship was superb and he was by no means his enemy. But seeing that he couldn't make up his mind, he just shook the spear and the two swords crossed. Immediately, the internal force on the sword was enough, and he suddenly felt that the internal force was leaked and he couldn't stop. It turns out that Ling Huchong's star-sucking solution is getting deeper and deeper unconsciously, and it doesn't need skin contact. As long as the opponent moves and attacks, the internal force will be introduced into his body through a weapon.
Zhong Zhen was frightened, so he quickly closed his sword and stabbed at once. Ling Huchong saw his empty net wide open. He could have killed him with a sword, but his arm was weak and he couldn't, so he had to block it with a horizontal sword.
When the two swords intersect, Zhong Zhen's internal force surges and his heart is pounding. Under the intersection of surprise and anger, he summoned up the strength of life and stabbed with his sword. The sword suddenly turned halfway, and the sword pointed to Elaine's chest beside Ling Huchong. After fighting to 156, Ling Huchong has made a sword without thinking, but at the speed of Yue Buqun's sword, Ling Huchong has no room for thinking.
Although the Lins' swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits is called seventy-two strokes, each stroke has dozens of changes. Once deduced, the changes are extremely complicated. If it is others, even if they are not dizzy, they will be fascinated by this kaleidoscope of swordsmanship. And Ling Huchong learned nine swords dugu no tricks, nature is to meet the enemy.
If the enemy has only one move, he has only one move, the enemy has thousands of moves, and he has thousands of moves. Another hero, B, with a face like a crown jade, is tall and tall, with a sword tactic in his left hand and a fist like Khufu Luohan in his right hand. It seems that he must be a master of martial arts.
Two brave men roared past the crowd, flying like tigers on the mountain. Zhang Sanfeng said, "It will be a great honor for you to get some tips from the Eight-armed Excalibur in this way of Tai Chi swordsmanship.
Wuji, do you have a sword? "Xiao Zhao stepped forward and presented the wooden fake handheld device maker e-ten sword that Zhang Wuji took from Zhao Min. Zhang Sanfeng took it in his hand and said with a smile, "Is it wood blade? Isn't this used to draw symbols, pinch tricks and exorcise evil spirits? "Now I stand up, with a sword in my left hand and a sword tactic in my right hand, and my hands are slowly raised in a circle. After this hand-held exhibition, there are performances such as three rings covering the moon, big kuixing, swallows sweeping water, sweeping left and right, etc ... One stroke down, thus reaching the 53-type "compass", drawing circles with both hands at the same time, and restoring the 54-type "holding the sword back to the book".
Zhang Wuji didn't remember the moves, but carefully looked at the meaning of "God is in front of the sword and never stops" in swordsmanship.