Historical Gongsun Dainiang is a kind of person as the question Thank you!

Kaewon three years in July, the placebo city north west street became a sea of happy people, Gongsun Daniang square dance sword so that the former rather cold west street viewers like mountains. My master's gait is light like floating into the square, such as a small fairy-like style. The crowd on the square faced Gongsun Damiang like greeting the noble queen, solemn and solemn. A piece of guzheng "generals line" became the prelude to the sword dance. Gongsun Aunt Ying Ying into the center of the square, I this thin as cicada wings of the Tianxuan sword flying in the air, Aunt on the body of the seven-colored neon dress without the wind automatically, as if there are millions of ribbons in the flight. The dance of Gongsun that moves the four directions with a single dance of the sword can only be marveled at if you are there. I often thank the Great Mother for giving me a new life. Emperor Xuanyuan is the ancestor of my sword family, the copper of the first mountain of the casting of sharp swords, the air is unstoppable, I was once known as the head of the murderous soldiers. Several dynasties change, the cold weapons era is still continuing, my position on the battlefield has been declining, the armor of the armed so that the long sword has no use. Into the datang dynasty I gradually faded out of the battlefield, from the head of the murderous soldiers fell into the Prince Wangsun walker merchant jewelry. Gongsun's dance to make heavy sword famous all over the world, Gongsun's dance such as thunder collects the anger of the river and the sea to condense the clear light as if swimming in the coiled dragon, a song of the sword waved out of the great Tang dynasty thousands of phenomena. Emperor Xuanzong, who has the Jade Ring, has been indulging his flirtatious nature. Watching Gongsun's dance became the wish of the flirtatious Prince. With a paper edict, I entered the luxurious harem of Chang'an with Gongsun Dame. Huaqing Pond, Tianxuan sword to show the sword good dance of the marvelous, the son of heaven and consort in the dance of Gongsun actually forget the short-lived pleasure. Daming Palace in front of the Shangyang Hall, condensing the clear light of the river and the sea swim like a coiled dragon Tianxuan sword dance, so that the princes and lords to raise a glass of wine hand stopped in mid-air. The honor of being the first dancer in the Tang Palace made my master famous in the Tang Dynasty. No one knew that my master was actually a maid in the Luhong Mansion at Placebo, who subverted the traditional and unfortunate fate of the women in the green houses who sold their bodies for a smile and a laugh. She was a beautiful woman who was tough on the outside and soft on the inside, and she shaped a colorful life with a long sword and dance like a chivalrous warrior, and became the guest of the Son of Heaven with a Tianxuan Sword Dance. In the Tang Dynasty, the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty showed signs of premature decay under the profligate spending of Emperor Tang Ming Huang. The riots created by An Shi plunged the city of Chang'an into turmoil. While Emperor Xuanzong was on the road to escape, Gongsun Damiang came to the Peach Blossom Village south of Baidi City to wash away the lead of a dynasty, and my master became a plain-faced village woman. I, the Tianxuan Sword, was put into a long scabbard by my master, and began a long silence. My master carved out an open space in Peach Blossom Village along the Peach Blossom Stream and planted peach blossoms, hibiscus, begonias, and peonies. Peach blossom blooming spring night dark fragrance floating, peach blossom village wild grass long firefly fly. The long night stretches long and lonely, Gongsun Damiang faded scabbard, I this dusty sword for a long time in the darkness of the night issued a light is still brilliant and colorful. Dance or no one can be right of the dance of the sword, the sword is still the sword casting master Zhang Caojiu cast the sword, the person is still that noble as the queen nicknamed as the heavenly fairies of the Tang Palace, the first dancer. But the Tianxuan sword has been difficult to show the thunder to collect the anger of the river and the sea to condense the light of the sun to be as if swimming in the coiled dragon's momentum, Gongsun Danniang shed tears wet the scabbard, she knew that it was not her fault, but she is still difficult to forgive themselves. Peach blossoms bloomed and thanked the stream rose and retreated, the peach blossom stream suddenly appeared on the banks of an abandoned baby to dissolve the loneliness of Gongsun Damiang. The baby girl's cries awakened the motherly love of Gongsun Danniang, who gave the abandoned baby a name called Li XI Niang. Dame Gongsun held the baby girl in her arms and had one more thought, she must teach the dance of the sword to Li XI Niang. Sixteen years later, the South Street in the northern part of Baidi City reproduced the scene of the Sword Dance on the West Street in the northern part of the city at a reasonable price. The young woman named Li XI Niang, holding a sword as thin as a cicada wing, in the guzheng "Li Ren Xing" in the center of the square, the sword in the air flying seven-colored neon dresses also danced in the wind. The spectators are only a few hundred people, the scene has become a little bleak. "That's the Tianxuan Sword used by Gongsun Damiang." An old man over half a hundred years old came from the crowd watching the dance. The old man took this Tianxuan Sword of mine from Li Xi-niang's hand and murmured, "Back then, I once watched Danniang's sword dance at Placebo, and it was unforgettable for the rest of my life." This old man named Du Fu was famous for his poems about scenery and people in and around Chang'an City. At the time when I danced with the sword of Li XI Niang north of Baidi City, Gongsun Danniang, whose hair was already white, was walking alone along the Peach Blossom Stream with difficulty, watching the colorful petals drifting from one tree to the next. The first Tang Palace dancer helplessly lamented the past events of the world, the petals fluttering into a moving scene of the sword dance.