Sentences describing women's dance:
<1 With pure white clothes, green silk and ink dye, and elegant colorful fans, they look like immortals and spirits, like water elves coming from a dream. A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror. The woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes lightly relaxes her hands. She closes the fan in her hand and looks like a dragon painting a painting with a pen. Her jade sleeves are full of wind, elegant and vigorous. The sound of music is clear and calm in the ears, and the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen or a silk string, turning, flicking, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and bending, and the flowing water moves like a dragon and flies like a phoenix.
<2 The joyful dance, the graceful and skillful movements, the various charming postures, and the myriad changes are like a peacock opening its tail, a lotus blooming, and a flying dragon shuttling. The thundering applause from the audience is not only the joy of beauty, applause for strength, and admiration for life, but also the excitement of inspiration, the baptism and release of the soul!
<3 The Bodhi tree stands tall in the sky. The branches are luxuriant and the clouds are steaming and the clouds are bright.
Beside the tree, there is a green pond, a golden lotus in bud, with crystal tears rolling on it. The water in the pool suddenly seemed to breathe, and the lotus flowers followed suit, layer by layer, layer upon layer, slowly...
Finally bloomed. Finally revealed her beauty. Finally, starting from one moment, in the world of mortals, a shock was set off with lightning and flint!
That moment was destined to last forever.
This stunning scene is destined to shock you forever.
Her mind wanders in the boundless space, free to think far and wide. The first movement seemed like leaning down, but also like looking up; like coming, but also like going. It is so graceful and unhurried, and yet so melancholy that it is difficult to describe it in words. Then the dance continued, like flying and walking; like standing and leaning. Even the inadvertent movements are never out of order, and the hands, eyes, and body movements are all in line with the sound of the drums. The slender Luo Yi fluttered in the wind, and the long sleeves crisscrossed left and right. An endless stream of gestures spread out, and the twisting figures, hands and feet merged.
The light steps and graceful dances are like swallows crouching in their nests, flying high like a magpie bird frightened at night. The beautiful dancing posture is leisurely and graceful, and the agile flying body is as light as the wind. Her beauty is exquisite, and her quality is pure and pure. He cultivates his appearance and conduct to show his ambition, and thinks alone in the remote world. Aiming at the mountains to express the power of the mountains, and the flowing water dancing to express the swaying feeling.
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