Poetry about dance steps 1. Poems describing dance.

Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.

Author: Du Fu

On October 19, the second year of Dali, Quefu drove to the mansion to see the sword-dancing device of Li Linying's twelve niangs, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang."

In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded it while watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng, and I made a clear file. Since Gaochou Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, they have been admired by people. Xiao is a dancer, but at the beginning, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white. Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk as a sword.

Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows.

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

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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.

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?

2. What are the poems about "dancing"

1, dancing low in the heart of a willow building and singing the bottom wind of a peach blossom fan. -Yan's "Partridge Day".

Note: I remember that year, you toasted with a jade cup in your hand, which was gorgeous and affectionate; I got drunk after one drink, and my face turned red. Dance until the moon is on the roof, next to the treetops; Enjoy singing and making peach blossom fans. I'm exhausted.

2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"

Note: The sentence "after dancing" followed the sound of the last sentence "Silk Spring" and wrote songs and dances. The last sentence focuses on the charm of dancers, and the name correction focuses on the charm of dancers; The words "red" and "green" are the two most brilliant words in the whole word, which should be regarded as the genius of the whole word.

3, the red dragonfly learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spun dance clothes are dyed like palaces. -Yan's "Lou Yuchun learns to dance with a soft waist"

Note: The dancer has a soft waist and dances like a butterfly.

4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"

Interpretation: When will the singing and dancing of the West Lake stop when it is misty and rainy?

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Interpretation: the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and the emperor never tires of watching dance.

6. Dance back to tea and gather green cymbals. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. -the article "Feeling old and feeling old and 50 rhymes, offering Huainan Li Servant Shooting"

Note: The dancer's tea is turned upside down, which is absolutely beautiful.

7. Golden flowers fold the hood, and white horses come home late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. -Li Bai's Koguryo

Note: Dancing in white like a bird.

8. Too many emotions are dancing in the evening, with the intention of slowing down the song. The wrist is too heavy, the waist feels awkward, the clothes are attracted by the wind, and the feelings are gently shaken. Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, string surprised snow sleeve late. Sing one by one, and you will lose your hands and listen to music. I am so sad, I am so sad. Stay at dusk and love this time. -He Xun's poem On Maiko

Note: Beauty dances on the palm of her hand.

9. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. Graceful as orchid, like Youlong. The more gorgeous, the front flow stops, and Wu Ji stops white. The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. Low lotus waves, messy snow glory wind. When I fall, I look forward to it, and I want to repair it. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise. -Li Qunyu's green waist.

Note: Beautiful women are dancing, looking around, full of coquetry. The last sentence uses the words "fly" and "chase", which shows a vivid image of a beautiful woman dancing around her waist, just like blowing in the wind. Li Qunyu's "Green Waist" vividly reproduces the lightness and softness of the green waist, and lets the world know the dance of the green waist.

10. Plain muscle is innocent. You come 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 "Shui Long Yin"

Note: This image contrasts with the haggard and noble image of the poet. Although the snow heron is amphibious, it started and flew away, so the only thing left is the poet. The reason for starting is the cold night, which is very different from the day.

3. Write a poem about dance: ——————

Floating back to the light snow, Youlong was stunned by her smile. As soon as her hand was put down, she felt weak. As soon as her skirt was tilted, the clouds would grow. -Bai Juyi's Song of Clothes)

Jump the hub with a treasure ring to make your feet colorful and your boots soft. -Liu Yanshi's "Wang Zhongcheng's Home Watching Night Dance Hu Teng"

From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string. -Wang Chang's Dance Poetry

Guan Qing Luo Jianhe, string surprised snow sleeve late. Sing one by one, and you will lose your hands and listen to music. I am so sad, I am so sad. Stay at dusk and love this time. -He Xun's poem On Maiko

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 "Zhe Zhi Ji"

The drums made my waist soft and sweaty. -Liu Yuxi's "He Letian Zhezhi"

The red banquet has a painting hall, and the little prostitute dresses up as a dance reminder. Beaded hats listen to songs, brocade boots beat drums. -Zhang Hu's Zhezhi

Draw drums, drag rings and brocade arms, and change little moths into dance clothes. The golden silk is foggy and the red shirt is thin, and the silver vine has purple flowers. -"Geisha with Double Dancers and Philosophers"

Micro-motion Cui E throws away the old state and slowly covers Tan Kou's new words. The guests watched the dance and despised Yun Qi, but went to Wang Xiang's dream. -"General Li Zhezhi"

4. Poems describing ancient dances

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

1. Suddenly, the sleeves swung open and danced. It seems that there are countless petals falling in the air, swaying and dragging, holding agarwood. ...

Cui plays the flute, fluttering in white, quietly playing the flute, and the breeze blows up the attire. In front of him, it is more like a fairy, and two people cooperate to form a beautiful picture. I never thought that two people standing together would be so harmonious and perfect. ...

The flute is getting faster and faster, and her posture is dancing faster and faster. Jade hands are lingering, skirts are flying, a pair of misty eyes want to say goodbye, and time flies. The whole person is like a flower separated from the fog, hazy and ethereal, flashing beautiful colors, but so far away. ...

Your dancing is light, your body is as light as a swallow, your body is as soft as a cloud, and your arms are as soft as bones. Step by step, you dance into a lotus flower, like a butterfly flying among flowers, like running water, like a bright moon in the mountains, like the dawn in an alley, like a round dewdrop on the tip of a lotus leaf, which makes me intoxicated.

5. Poems about dancing

1, Zhu Huozhao beauty, he wants to invite a blind date.

At first, my mind will be in a mess, and it's not my son's fault who wants it. 2, the Millennium wants to coagulate grass, Jin Yuzhu surrounds the bridal chamber.

Two hearts and one shadow all belong to the item, and I don't forget to send my love to Jun Jun. 3. The cold night is low, and the beauty knows the beauty.

Even if you go to Dan, don't move. Enjoy long sleeves. 4, the dance turns back to tea, and the song gathers green cymbals.

The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 5, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty and innocent, and Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi.

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.

6. Picking lotus and dancing in Gong Rui Pear Garden. 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?

7. Object-chanting poems and dance poems are pitifully called "February 28th". They are like Hong Fei who defeated He Yang's words section by section. They secretly take a stand with Huainan. Look at the shoes when you enter the business, your wrist is swaying, and your shirt is satisfied with the wind. Why do you have to get up when you are a guest? Crows don't want to end it. 8. Dance Poetry () 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. 9. "Song of Lady Gong Sun's Female Students Dancing Daggers" On October 19th, the second year of Du Fu's calendar, Wei Fulin's house watched Twelve Niangs dancing swords, which was magnificent.

Ask his teacher, and say: Foolish disciple Gong Sundaniang. In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded the vigor of Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng.

When you are frustrated, you are the only one. Since Gaochou Yichun Liyuan, everyone in Erjifang has worshipped outside, Xiao is a dancer, and the first grandson of the emperor is just one person.

Jade looks gorgeous and white! Today, my disciples are also ashamed. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave.

Caress generously, talk like a sword. Zhang Xushan, a former Wu man, wrote cursive calligraphy posts and tasted swordsmanship in Xihe, Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved, and he is grateful.

That is, gongsun knows! 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.

It is as bright as an archer shooting down nine suns in the sky, and as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She begins to vent her anger like a thunderbolt, and ends up like a shining calm of rivers and oceans. 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 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.

10, colorful plumage and Wei Bai Juyi, I accompanied Xian Di to a dinner 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.

1 1, lyrics Liu Yuxi went out of the Chunjiang levee, and the girls on the levee held hands. After singing all the new words, I can't see. The tree is singing in the red window.

12, Kong's "Pingyang Ci" first "Step on Ci" has: "Fengyang girl steps on Chunyang, stepping on Pingyang wins her hometown. Don't forget to dance your sleeves and bow your waist, and the street west hooks people's intestines. "

13, partridge day-Yan Dao Ji's colorful sleeves were attentive to the jade clock, but in those days, she was drunk and blushed. She is dancing low in the heart of the willow building and singing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. After parting, she recalled meeting you and had several soul dreams with you. Tonight, I am still afraid that the meeting was a dream. At the end of autumn, the banquet was 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.

15, Bai Juyi, a geisha in drepung monastery, put on a brocade banquet, and struck three times to draw a drum. 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.

16, dance music. Mi Bai said that Li Bai sang green songs and had white teeth, and North America was adjacent to the east.

Sing a white song and stop drowning, dragon.

6. Ask for some poems describing dance.

Horse writer

But making Longcheng fly is not called Humadu Yinshan.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.

Bird writer

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

Two orioles sing crisp willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

Write about the Yellow River

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

Write about patriotism

Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later.

homesick

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

Goose, where are the books for returning to Luoyang?

philosophic

In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source.

Song and dance writer

Pearl tassels rotate, stars shake and Hua Teng moves.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

Writing about learning

Don't be idle, it's white and sad.

I am willing to ride the wind and waves for ten years.

What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.

A lazy youth, a lousy age.

There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.

7. Are there any poems about dancing?

1. Dance down the willow heart and sing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan.

2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes.

3. The red yarn learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spinning dress is dyed like a palace.

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

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.

6. Dance back to tea and gather green cymbals. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.

7. Golden flowers fold the hood, and white horses come home late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. (Li Bai's Koguryo)

8. On the balcony of the new building, Xiao Juanjuan is singing and dancing. The sudden rush waved the shirt, revealing half a shoulder. (Xue Neng's "Zhe Zhi Ci")

9. From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string. (Wang Chang's Dance Poetry)

65438+ (Bai Juyi's "Coat Song")