"Guoyu Yujin II": "Li Ji promised that it would be a tool for you to drink Rick. Drinking in the middle, dancing in the best. "
"On Sui Shu's Five Elements": "When Emperor Wu spoke in the Temple of Heavy Clouds, the shaman was crying."
Wang Song Anshi's "After Yuan Fengxing": "Five children dance with girls without suffering."
Ming Tu Long's Examination of Yu Shi: "If you want to teach dance, you can eat in the open air when you are hungry, so that the boy can clap his hands and wave his hands, and then dance with wings and feet. Xi knows how to cook, and when he smells it, he dances, which is called food melting. "
Cai Dongfan's "The Popular Romance of Tang Shi" the sixteenth time: "Taizong dance, the king changed to serve."
Canon out the biography of Zu Ti in the Book of Jin.
Su Songzhe's poem "Mid-Autumn Moon Looking at Sixteenth, Night Like Day" says: "Climbing cold is tiring, dancing is slow."
Qing Nalanxingde's "Man Ting Fangti Renyuan" says: "Dance to the Mid-Autumn Festival, there must be village chickens."
Chen Yi's "Manjianghong, a trip to Guangdong, a week's holiday in Hainan Island" said: "Dance until midnight when chickens crow and practice your waist and feet." See "Smell the chicken dancing".
A gust of wind blew and the vegetables in the garden danced with the swishing music.
Second, on the playground, female students are dancing on the playground in beautiful flowered skirts. Some of them are playing lively and interesting games, some are picking fragrant hibiscus flowers, weaving beautiful corollas, and some are sitting on the lawn to rest ... everyone is intoxicated with this beautiful summer.
Third, wicker is like a woman with long hair fluttering in the wind. The charm of wicker is like a woman in northern Shaanxi. Although simple, it is also beautiful, virtuous and reasonable.
Fourth, a gust of wind blew, and the grass swayed in the wind, as if dancing to celebrate its end. Saying goodbye to autumn, they came to the silent winter. The poet Bai Juyi once described grass in this way. The second sentence of that poem is: "Wildfire will not completely devour them, but they will grow taller again in the spring breeze." This is a poem about grass.
A gust of wind blew, and ten thousand lotus flowers fluttered with the wind and danced like fairies.
Sixth, look! Another one fell, like a flying yellow butterfly, flying in the air. On the verge of landing, a gust of wind blew and flew into the blue sky. No, isn't there another butterfly flying?
Today is a snowy day. I stared happily at the beautiful snowflakes outside the transparent glass window. Snow is like a beautiful silver butterfly in a fur coat flying happily in the air, and it is like a dancing fairy in front of me.