2. After the dance, the skirt droops and the wine blushes.
3, the red dragonfly learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spun dance clothes are dyed like palaces.
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, the golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. (Li Bai's Koguryo)
8. New building with small songs and dances. The sudden rush waved the shirt, revealing half a shoulder. (Xue Neng's "Zhe Zhi Ci")
9, from the wind back to the sleeve, reflecting the sun to the flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string. (Wang Chang's "Dance Poetry")
65438+ (Bai Juyi's "Coat Song")
12, the water in the pond is green and the wind is slightly warmer. Remember the first time Yu Zhen met him. The rhyme of the first song is loud. Into the broken dance, the waist is red and dancing. The jade hook stops at the fragrant stage, and I don't know if it will be late after being drunk. At that time, * * * I enjoyed flowers, and now I don't have half of tally. (Yan Shu's "Magnolia")
13, Yuen Long, Gong Rui. 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? (Lotus Picking Dance)
14, I'm too late to dance, which means to slow down the song, my wrist is too heavy, my waist feels awkward, and my clothes are attracted by the wind. 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 On Maiko's Poems)
15, there are beautiful women in the south, dancing lightly. 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)