1 The woman's head is buried under a long water sleeve, the music started, the water sleeve violently threw open, the siren-like face is displayed in front of the eyes of the crowd.
Step
With a broken step back a few steps, flying spinning circle, blue water sleeves with the dance, while spinning slowly fly up,
in the air frame, such as fairy like fantasy, mesmerize the crowd.
2 The joyful dance, the beautiful and skillful movements, the thousand delicate posture, the ten thousand changes, like the peacock screen, like the lotus bloom
release, like the flying dragon shuttle. Thundering applause, not only the pleasure of the beauty of the force of the applause, raw admiration, but also the sensibility of the excitement
motivation, the soul of the baptism and release!
3 light steps like swallows nesting, flying high like magpies night alarm. The beautiful dance of the idle and soft, the quick and sensitive body fly as light as the wind.
She is a wonderful, her quality of jade and ice clear. The repair of grooming behavior to show its heart and mind, alone in the faraway netherworld.
4 The fingertips draw a mesmerizing arc. Spinning on the edge of loneliness. Hair and skirt in the weak but still warm afternoon sun
Disperse. It was as if the whole world was involved in the rhythm and heard the sound of time breaking as you danced.
5 light-colored skirt dazzling posture set silver edge, water puff-colored sash frivolous waist, chewing with a smile, floating spinning, Ming Danno mess fall, Qi sleeve and
up. Treading on the fine dance steps, light cloud-like dance, the clothes fly, fluttering like a god, graceful and elegant, the eyes flow between the breath of the people.
2. What are the words to praise a child's dancing
1.
Derived from: Feng Menglong (警世通言), Volume 5: "When Wang heard her husband's murderous letter, she was initially puzzled. But after being told by Lv Bao, she believed in him."
Translation: Wang heard the news of her husband's death and was skeptical at first. By Lu Bao said living dragon alive, and believed.
2. Dance Beautifully
Pinyin: wǔ zī yōu měi
Explanation: It describes the elegant and beautiful posture of dancing, which is highly praised.
Example: Xiao Hong's graceful dancing won the first place in the dance competition.
3.婀娜多姿
Pinyin: [ ē nuó duō zī ]
Explanation: Describe the posture as soft and beautiful.
Source: 三國-魏-曹植《洛神赋》："华容婀娜令我忘餐。"
Interpretation: Huarong's dance posture is light and soft so that I forget to eat.
4. 有声有色
Pinyin: [ yǒu shēng yǒu sè ]
Interpretation: To describe the vividness and splendor of speech, writing, or performance.
Source: Qing Dynasty Hong Liangji's Beijiang Poetry, Volume 1: "The moon is written with sound and color, so how can future generations write about it?"
Interpretation: write a sound and color like this, and later people how to write?
5.惟妙惟肖
Pinyin: [ wéi miào wéi xiào ]
Interpretation: to describe the description or imitation is very good, very realistic: this picture draws the lively and interesting demeanor of the children~.
Example: He played a less familiar role and managed to do it ~, winning favorable comments from his peers.
3. What are the best words and phrases to describe "dancing"The best words to describe "dancing":
Curvaceous, graceful, fluttering, fluttering, dancing, dazzling, limp, dancing, singing, playing, dancing,
2. She danced like a beautiful butterfly, like a graceful willow-like twisting, the beauty of people intoxicated.
3. There is no other artistic act that can divert and thrill all human beings as dance does.
4, we find that they are not only the expression of God and man, that is, grass, trees and animals: such as the lotus blossom petal trembling, deer walking in fear, the peacock's high view of the step, can be described to the fullest extent, the most beautiful!
5, she is a lively and lovely little girl, white melon face, curved eyebrows under a pair of watery eyes. She loves to sing, more love to dance, but also participated in the school dance team! She wore a red dress with white flowers, and when she danced, she moved beautifully!
6, they are enthusiastic, tacit understanding with the dance partner with elegant steps.
7, A shiver passed from the fingertips of her left hand to her shoulder, and from her shoulder to the fingertips of her right hand. The silver bracelet on her hand vibrated with it, and she did not deliberately make a show of it at all; every movement was natural and smooth, as if a white lotus out of the water.
8, you dance lightly, light like a swallow, body soft as clouds, arms soft as boneless, step by step lotus-like dance, such as butterflies fluttering between the flowers, such as gurgling water, such as the moon in the mountains, such as the morning sun in the alleys, such as the tip of the lotus leaf dew, so that I like to drink wine, drunkenness can not be suppressed.
A good paragraph describing "dancing":
9, then, the tray and drum of the festival has been set up, the dancers from the dance, the shape of Shu Yi wide. Her heart is traveling in the boundless space, free to think long thoughts. The beginning of the movement is like bending down, but also like looking up; like coming, but also like going. It is so graceful, and so melancholy that it is hard to visualize it in words. Then the dance went on, like flying, like walking; like standing, like leaning. Inadvertent movements are never out of order, hands, eyes and body should be the sound of the drums. The slender robes fluttered from the wind, and the long, winding sleeves crossed from side to side. The endless gestures flutter and spread out, and the zigzagging body merges hands and feet.
10, we see her suddenly knitted brows, showing infinite sadness, and suddenly smiling cheeks, showing boundless joy; suddenly sideways hanging eyelashes, showing the low back of the shyness; suddenly open eyes and anger, showing a rebuke of the rage of the wind and clouds; suddenly gently pointing the forehead and touching the arm, drawing the eye and eyebrow, performing the delicate and appropriate combing and make-up; and suddenly stood up and pressed the arrow to lead the bow, so that one can almost hear the clanging of the string! The string is sounding!
11, clear face white shirt, green silk ink dye, colorful fan floating, if the fairy if the spirit, the water like a spirit as if from a dream come. A round of spring moon in the sky to open the palace mirror, the woman under the moon sometimes lifting her wrist and low eyebrows, and sometimes light Shu Yun hand, hand fan closed to hold up, like a pen walking dragon painting painting, jade sleeve wind, elegant and robust. Describe the good words and phrases of the dance. The sound of music in the ear, the hands of the fan such as a wonderful pen such as silk strings, turn, fling, open, close, twisted, round, curved, running water and clouds if the dragon is flying if the phoenix dance.
12, began to rehearse the dance! We first had to raise our hands and turn from the left to the right again. Two months later, "Moonlight" finally began to perform in the Huangmei Opera Troupe. Our performance made every audience member stand up to watch, and a deafening applause came from the audience! I think they also felt the charm of the dance and were mesmerized by it!
13, light steps like swallows in the nest, flying high like magpies in the night. The beautiful dance of the idle Wan soft, sensitive swift fly body as light as the wind. Her wonderful form is outstanding, her quality of jade clean and ice clear. Cultivate the appearance and behavior to show their will, alone in the faraway netherworld. The ambition is to show the power of the mountains, and the intention is to dance in the flowing water with a swirling feeling.
14, the most brilliant is the "snake dance", neck gently shake, shoulder tremor: a burst of flexible writhing, from the fingertips of the right hand, all the way to the fingertips of the left hand! I can't describe it, but I can only borrow two lines from Bai Juyi's poem: "The tassels of the pearls and tassels of the stars, the flower garlands of the dragons and snakes" to include it.
15, the stage lights, a soft. A bud waiting to bloom, sucking the silk spring rain, is slowly blooming. Blooming lotus accompanied by a burst of misty clouds and smoke and slowly fly into the nine heavens, a young girl dressed in pink gauze, holding a light yellow oil-paper umbrella, dancing, such as a fairy, like a butterfly, as if Jasper. In the drizzle, more than a dozen girls in green with umbrellas, like green leaves, delicate and green. Wind blowing leaves, the girl in red is like a lotus flower with dew, under the cover of a piece of green leaves, ting ting yu standing, delicate and touching. What a piece of drizzle! What a walking rain girl!
16, such as frosty snow-colored robes, wide long cuffs have a demonic red Lianyun pattern, long silver hair in the wind messy flying, flawless face spoiled handsome, a pair of silver eyes such as a river under the moon rippling water, clear and deep, between the eyebrows of a bend of scarlet crescent moon mark lined with the whole face shows a few points of nobility and open arrogance of the gas.
17, vegetarian muscle is not dirty innocence, the dawn of the jade broken Yao Chi. Pavilion green cover, full of dimples, when makeup clean wash. The wave of the liquid is turned, the neon dance is over, the soul of the flowing water. The old days are still very fragrant and light powder, the flowers are not like, people are emaciated. I want to call the Fairy of the Waves. I want to call the Fairy of the Waves. The only worry is that the ice curtain is half-covered, and the bright? The moon's shadow is lost in the darkness. The moon's shadow, dew and scattered, small appendage who leaned. ***fang alliance, there are still two perched snow heron, night cold startled.
18, the flute played, the snare drum played, the song sang, Karama began to dance. She used her long eyebrows, wonderful eyes, fingers, waist; with her bun of flowers, the waist of the pleated skirt; with her fine dance steps, busy ringing bells, light clouds like a slow movement, whirlwind like a whirlwind, dance out of the verse of the separation of sadness and happiness.
4. What are some words to praise a child for good dancingversatile, singing, dancing, beautiful, dancing, graceful
Idioms by The Free Dictionary: multi-talented, multi-skilled
Pinyin: duō cái duō yì
Explanation: Having many talents and skills.
Source: Shangshu - Jinteng (尚书-金滕)："You Ren Ruokao can be multi-talented and multi-skilled."
Example sentences: The characters were carved in a fine manner into the millimeters, but the limbs of the limbs were clear, and I sighed: "This man is really multi-talented and multi-skilled!"
Idioms by The Free Dictionary: zài gē zài wǔ
Pinyin: zài gē zài wǔ
Explanation: zài: the beginning of a verb, with no real meaning. To sing and dance at the same time. It describes a person who sings and dances at the same time.
Source: Song Guo Zangqian (宋-郭藏倩), "A Collection of Poems and Poems from the Southern Suburbs of the Northern Qi Dynasty" (昭夏乐)："adorned with sacrifices and beasts, they sang and danced.
Example sentences: At the Spring Festival party, representatives of various ethnic groups, dressed in festive costumes, danced on the stage to celebrate the festival.
Idioms by The Free Dictionary: 美不胜收
Pinyin: měi bù shèng shōu
Explanation: 勝：尽. There are so many beautiful things that one can't see them all at once.
Source: Qing Dynasty, Qian Yong, "Ci Yuan Cong Jie (履園丛话-艺能-治庖)"："Only the fish is too beautiful to be taken in."
Example: The exhibition hall is filled with a wide variety of handicrafts, which are too beautiful to mention.
Idioms by The Free Dictionary: fluttering dance
Pinyin: piān piān qǐ wǔ
Explanation: It describes dancing lightly.
Source: Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's "Gaojuli Li": "Fluttering and dancing with wide sleeves, like birds coming from the east of the sea."
Example: A couple danced on the dance floor.
Source: 三国-魏-曹植《洛神赋》："Hua Rong is so graceful that I forget to eat."
Example: I can't forget her graceful and graceful dance.
5. Good words and sentences about dancingSpring Rain The bright spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, gathered in the clouds high in the sky, playful and down, babbling, jumping and jumping happily into the embrace of the mother earth.
Spring rain, like flower needles, such as fine silk, dense diagonal weaving. Spring rain kept falling, the fine rain weaved a huge net, from the clouds have been hanging to the ground, the mountains in the distance, near the pink peach blossom, green poplar trees, soft willow branches, are covered in this boundless net, this net is the spring girl skillfully hand-woven into the gauze, covered in the sky and the earth, technology in the mountains.
Listen! Rain fell on the roof "Tita Tita", like playing percussion. Rain down to the pond "Ding Ding Ding" sung up, the water surface also splashed a small flower, and like a flower girl in the light dance ...... Rain like a broken line of beads, drop by drop in a string of puddles made of rainwater above.
Spring rain has, dyeing green mountains,; dyeing green water, dyeing green stone paths.
It was raining, and the raindrops were pounding on the windows. Immediately, countless water droplets of various sizes gathered on the window glass facing outward.
When the raindrops fell into the pool, the raindrops drew a note on the water. These notes are the circles that the raindrops strike on the surface of the water.
In summer, the raindrops clattered. The raindrops in the sky fall straight down like sifted beans, breaking the mirror-like surface of the lake and scaring away the small fish that originally wanted to jump on the surface to see the rain.
The rain is coming down more and more, and when you look at the distance, it looks like a gray curtain blocking the view, gray and cloudy, trees, houses, ah, nothing can be seen. Autumn Rain The sky washed by autumn rain is as blue and clear as the sea.
The white clouds are like a light boat sailing, floating slowly on the water. Autumn rain falls and drifts.
Like silk, like silk, like fog, like smoke. Falling on the face cool, flowing into the mouth, sweet, like rice wine, like honey, so that people like drunk, like a dream, like crazy, like drunk.
The dome of the rain, a hint of a hint of floating, like the sky dancing fine sand; for the earth's green things, to bring a hope, moisturized in the tip of the leaf, but also for the river and pond ducks, to bring a stream of delightful interest, foraging for the mystery of the fall. Autumn rain swish down.
The fine rain weaves a gray mantle between heaven and earth. ● The lake is alive, layers of scaly waves rise with the wind, accompanied by jumping sunshine, accompanied by my heart, in the chase, and then play.
● Lake water in the dry grass whispered slightly, the distant from time to time came one or two ducklings fluttering wings, so that the moonlit night of the lake more lonely and cold. ● Several leaves of white sails, in this water and sky of golden sea, just like a few snow-white feathers, lightly floating, floating.
● The sea is full of water, shining in the setting sun, the waves are like naughty little children jumping uncertainly, the water is a golden light. ● The lake is hard, like a flawless emerald shimmering with a beautiful luster.
● The lake is quiet, like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers, green trees. The lake is covered with a mist like green smoke, and when you look at Weishan from afar, you can only faintly discern the gray shadow of the mountains.
● The waves are a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer, she can make people leave their worries behind and enjoy themselves. ● The sea is so blue that one feels that the color of emerald is too light, and the color of sapphire is too deep, even if it is a famous master, it is difficult to describe.
● The sun shines on the surface of the lake, like a layer of glittering silver to the water surface, and like a green satin that has been crumpled. The mountains that are exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters and dashes.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks are layered.
The mountains are black and pale, with no edge, and the cliffs are cut like a knife and axe. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Hill, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Good paragraph Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and peculiar.
Looking up, the mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time. You can see a misty giant peak jutting out in the distance, surrounded by dozens of smaller rocky peaks.
A closer look, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching the ears of the little monkey. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it.
The white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. As the red sun rises, one mountain peak is ink-blue in color.
Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a fresh ink, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and dispersed, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, gradually turned bronze, and green trees, green fields contrast each other, look very magnificent.
The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climb its peak. never climb to its peak. There is no more than the spring rains after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
Pointed knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line. This wall of stone like a skyscraper face up to pressure, as high as it will collapse down aggressively.
On the top of the mountain, the dense dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall popped up a cluster of unknown wildflowers. Rain changed the mood of the park, the northwest direction of the clouds, is the ink painting like the distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture "borrow" to.
Winter color grandfather.
6. Good words about danceDance Watch
-- Dedicated to the Indian dancers, the Kalama Sisters
Ice Heart
How should I describe the dance of the Kalama Sisters in India?
If I were a poet, I would have to write a long poem to describe their colorful whirling dance.
And if I were a painter, I would render their clear brow and splendid costumes in every color.
If I were a composer, I would use notes to convey their swift steps and ringing bells.
If I were a sculptor, I would model in jade their slim, agile forms, full of vigor.
But I am nothing! I can only use my own poor words to describe the amazing art of dance.
Like a baby who sees a dazzling red lotus in the rising sun, a whirling peacock in the deep forest, he wants to call out the surprise of his heart, but he cannot find the right words except babbling!
But, my friend, can I hold back the joy and excitement of my heart from spitting out the "eejit" of my heart to you?
I dare not pretend to be a scholar of Indian dance to expound the history and schools of Indian dance, to show that the Brahmaputra they perform is the authentic Indian dance. And I don't dare to be a dancer and praise them for how "good they are" when they move their hands and feet.
I'm just an admirer, but I'm willing to work hard to say what I feel in my heart flying "beauty"!
My friend, on an unforgettable night -
The curtain was slowly drawn back, a small table in the middle of the stage was dedicated to the dancing statue of Shiva, on both sides of the two burning lamps, the atmosphere on the stage is quiet and solemn.
Kalama Lakshman came out. What a glorious flash of color! She bowed her head y and clasped her hands to the audience, and looking up, she lit up her beautiful face, and the pair of long eyebrows and eyes that could speak a thousand words.
She stood poised.
The flute blew, the snare drum was played, the song was sung, and Kalama began to dance.
With her long eyebrows, her eyes, her fingers, and her waist; with the flowers in her bun, and the pleated skirt at her waist; with her tiny steps, and the ringing of her bells, she danced the sorrows and the sorrows of the verses, with the slow movement of the light clouds, and the whirlwind of the whirlwind.
Although we do not know the content of the story, but our emotions, but with her movements, up **** Ming! We see her suddenly knitted brows, showing infinite sadness, suddenly smiling cheeks, showing boundless joy; suddenly sideways hanging eyelashes to show the shyness of the low back and turn; suddenly open eyes and anger, showing the anger of the storm clouds; suddenly gently pointing the forehead and touching the arm, drawing the eyes and eyebrows, performing a delicate and appropriate combing; suddenly stand up, press the arrow and lead the bow, so that one can almost hear the clanging of the strings! Like Shiva, in the ecstasy of the dance, she forgets the audience and herself. She only focuses on her own strength, with her flexible and skillful limbs and senses, to tell the beautiful poetry of the ancient Indian story!
Dance after dance (the little sister Radha, sometimes dancing alone, sometimes with her sister, is a young phoenix! She is a young phoenix! She is still small, but her work is already deep, and her future achievements are unlimited), we find that they are not only the expression of the gods and men, but also the grass, trees, and beasts: such as the blossom of the lotus flower and petals, the deer's speeding and leaping, and the peacock's strutting, all of them can be described to the fullest extent, and the most beautiful! The most brilliant is the "snake dance", the neck gently shaking, the shoulder slightly trembling: a burst of flexible writhing, from the fingertips of the right hand, all the way to the fingertips of the left hand! I can't describe it, but I can only borrow two lines from Bai Juyi's poem: "The tassels of the pearls and tassels of the stars, the flower garlands of the dragons and snakes," to include it.
Watching the dance of the Kalama Sisters, one y appreciates India's beautiful and long history of culture and art, dance, music, carvings, paintings ...... are all like branches on a big banyan tree, with branches hanging down and taking root in the ground. This many branches in the earth inside, resting together, absorbing the mother earth to give him food for sustenance, and this earth is a long history of India's vast masses of people.
Kalama and Radha are still only two tender branches of this great banyan tree. Although Kalama, in her twenty-two years, has already spent seventeen years on the stage, and Radha, at twelve, has already had four years of experience, we know that India's great Mother Earth will continue to nourish and nurture them.
The most disappointing thing is that they have just shown to the Chinese people with their "swimming dragon" like dance, because of the needs of the people of their motherland, they will be in two or three days "amazing" like flying back!
Beijing's early spring, can not find like their South India's hometown as the fullness of fragrant flowers, we can only learn from their great poet Tagore's poetic statement: let us will be one of our admiration and thanks to the heart, like a red flower like a string of flowers, dedicated to them to hang on their chests, and bring back to the people of India there, to thank them for their friendship and warmth, and to thank them for Lakshman sisters temporarily sent to the hospitality! Lakshman Sisters for their hospitality in sending them for the time being!
7. Describe the dance of the good sentence good paragraph(1) light step dancing like a swallow nest, flying high like a magpie bird night alarm. The beautiful dance of the idle and soft, the quick and sensitive fly body light as the wind. Her wonderful form is perfect, her quality of jade clean ice clear
(2) She was dressed in scarlet, her head in the bird plume, covered with a long veil, bare feet set with silver bracelets, in the footsteps of the beat of the dance. Her dance was like a dream. The joints of her whole body were as flexible as a snake and could twist freely. A tremor traveled from the fingertips of her left hand to her shoulder, and from her shoulder to the fingertips of her right hand. The silver bracelet on her hand also vibrated with it, and she did not make any deliberate gestures at all, every movement was natural and smooth, as if a white lotus out of the water.
(3) The waves are a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer, she can make people leave their worries behind and enjoy
8. Essay on Love of Dancing Good Words and SentencesThank you for the anticipation you have given,
Thank you for the excitement you have given,
How are you now?
Open your arms and enjoy the wind,
The Nanfeng also cried for me,
Maybe you have long been used to me not being by your side,
It's just that I didn't get used to your absence,
Some people laughed at me for deserving it,
Your love was once nonexistent,
But I was like a child,
Thinking that you didn't forget me.
Let you pass me by in silence,
I'm waiting quietly,
To go to the faraway blue sea,
Love should be swallowed up and buried,
I'm sorry for the fireworks,
I don't want to have false confessions,
Getting up to set aside the haze,
I'm doing my best to conceal
Love is not the helplessness of entanglement in the past,
You are always the most brilliant in my heart of that colorful.