A poem about dancing by candlelight

1. Hu Shi's poem "Wang Zhongcheng's Home Watching Night Dance Hu Teng" Tang: Liu Yanshi Shi Guohu is few and eager to dance.

Woven into a hat with a virtual top and a thin beard shirt with small sleeves. Pu Tao's lamp is in his hand, and he misses the west.

Jump the hub with a treasure ring to make your feet colorful and your boots soft. Four seats are silent, and the flute and pipa are all over the head.

Spread a pile of new carpets and snow, and gently brush red candles. Dancing in the bar, the silk tube is off. Hibiscus flowers look at the waning moon in the west.

Shi Guohu's son jumped up like a bird when he saw few people. Weave sweet hat coat, thin bottom and small unlined coat sleeves.

Holding grapes, Guhu West Road is far from homesickness. Jump to the hub with a song to soften your colorful boots.

Four eyes stared silently, and the flute and pipa were full of hair. The defiant new carpet has white hair and faint flowers by candlelight.

Wine shadow dancing silk tube, hibiscus flowers look to the west at the end of the month. Extended data:

Note: Huteng Dance is a male solo dance introduced from the West to the Central Plains.

From the Northern Dynasties to the Tang Dynasty, it was deeply loved and highly appreciated by the nobles in the Central Plains. This poem vividly describes the performance of Hu Teng's dance. In the poem, there is a true description of his dance, costumes and dancers' faces.

From "Wang Zhongcheng watching Hu Teng at home night", we can know that Hull of Shiguo can dance Hu Teng. The dancer wore a pointed hat and a tight pullover.

Squat down and dance before the banquet, jump out and dance like a bird, and the belt creaks at the waist; Music is accompanied by flute and pipa.

2. What are the poems describing misty rain?

1. Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. _ _ _ _ Tang Yin's "A plum, a rain, a pear flower, a deep door"

The flowers in the forest withered in spring, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong

3. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Lonely Cold Building in Huanxisha

The clouds began to sink, and the rain was coming. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate

5. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

6. If you want wet clothes, apricot blossoms will rain, and there will be another village. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains

7. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an

8. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Early Spring is a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring"

9. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. _ _ _ _ Lu You's November 4th storm.

10. How much is an inch of tenderness? Thin pillow, dream back to peace, drizzle in the morning. _ _ _ _ Hui Hong's Jade Case, Silk Huai Changting Road

1 1. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Huangsha Road at Night

12. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. The road is sunny but sunny. _ _ _ _ Two Zhi Zhu Poems by Liu Yuxi (I)

13. Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

14. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

15. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

3. Poems about drinking, singing and dancing were written in the middle of last year, sampled from the sky and woven on earth. Woven into autumn geese flying outside the clouds, dyed into watercolors in Jiangnan. Shirt sleeves are made into long skirts, and patterns are cut out with a gold bucket ironing knife. Extraordinary colors and strange articles set off each other, but flowers are uncertain. Zhaoyang dancer is deeply in love, and Chunyi is a pair of straight girls. Sweat and powder are no longer touched, and there is no pity for dragging the soil and stepping on the mud ... a thousand words are not enough. Geisha in Zhaoyang Temple should be sorry to see the Weaver Girl. One of China Bank's eight poems in the White House is Little Golden House, and Ying Ying is in Wei Zi. Mountain flowers are embedded in treasure buns, and pink embroidered clothes are used. Every time they leave the palace, they often wander back with the steps. They only worry about singing and dancing and turn into colorful clouds. Xue Tao tried to cut three new clothes, and the third one was supernatant. Bend down and sing empty words in chorus. Last night, the spring palace in Wang Changling was windy and dew, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang. Pingyang song and dance is the new favorite, and the spring scenery outside the curtain gives a robe. Du Fu's "Giving Flowers to Qing" gave flowers to Qing. Author: Du Fu Time: Tang Style: The silk of Jincheng Seven Wonders is in full swing, half of which enters the river and half enters the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky, but it can be heard several times in the world. "Song of Lady Gongsun's Female Students Dancing Knives"-In the Tang Dynasty, swords and knives danced in all directions. The audience fell into the mountains, and the world moved with her. For nine days, it was like a knife, just like a group of emperors. She began to vent her anger like a thunderbolt, ending the shining calm like rivers and oceans, but what disappeared were those red lips and pearl sleeves. Only this student was wearing the perfume of her fame. This beautiful person from Linying Town, a white god, danced this song very well. When answering the question, they regretted the situation. Eight thousand ladies-in-waiting of the first emperor, fifty years before Gongsun Jianfa, seems to be the opposite. The rest of the female music reflects a cold day. The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to be anxious to hear the grass rattle on the cliff of Qutang string. In the climax of joy, there are two words, sadness comes with the rising of the moon in the east, and I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must strengthen my steps on the lonely mountain and go to disease and despair. Yan: Dance low and sing low. Liu Zeng, a poet in Song Dynasty, sang and danced in Liang Garden, and drank wine like a knife to relieve his worries. I remember how interesting it was to dance under the willows in Fan Lou at night. The song is full of the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. Queen Yan Fei danced. Mrs. Zi Gong's peerless dance, Liu Lou's heart is low, and she sings the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan. Liu, a poet in Song Dynasty, sang and danced romantically in Liangyuan, and drank wine like a knife to relieve his worries. He remembered how interesting it was. Fan Lou Cao Zhi lit the lamp at night. It was like Youlong. It is as bright as a cloud covering the moon. The flowers are full of dragons and snakes. -When did the West Lake song and dance stop outside the Qingshan Building outside Baijuyi Mountain? I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon and Dancing Low in the Willow Building", the song is the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan ... Yan's "Partridge Sky" is full of romantic songs and dances, and wine is like a knife to solve worries. I remember how interesting it was to calm down. Fluttering like snow in the return air. In Cao Zhi's Ode to Luoshen, the pearl whirls and the star shakes, and the flower shakes the dragon and snake. Bai Juyi opened thousands of brightly lit doors, and in the middle of the first month, the imperial capital moved and 300 people danced in sleeves, which was the sound of nature for a time. On the fifteenth day of the first month, the night lights in Zhang Hu, the silk tubes in Jincheng are in succession, half entering the river and half entering the clouds. This song should only be in the sky. Heaven and earth moved back and forth, and with her movements, who fell on the ninth day like a dagger, as charming as a group of emperors. She began to vent her anger like a thunderbolt, and ended up like a shiny and calm river and sea, but what disappeared were those red lips and pearl sleeves. Only this student took her famous perfume, this beauty from Linying, and still danced and sang in the small town of White God. When we answered each other's questions and they felt sad, they struggled for things. The first emperor's maid-in-waiting was 8,000, and Sun Jianfa seemed to be incompatible in the first 50 years, which surprised the children of Pear Country. I seem to have heard the "Rushing Wind Music to the End" rattled on the cliff in Qutang. At the climax of joy, sadness came with the rising of the moon in the east, and I, a poor old man, didn't know where to go, so I had to grind my feet on the lonely mountain and go to disease and despair. Du Fu's "Song of Lady Gong Sun's Female Students Dancing Dagger" was headed by the blood color of orangutans, and the sky was full of paintings that happened to coincide. However, my wife is in a hurry, and Liugong Tea is a temporary move. Zhang Hu's "On the Music" is usually played in Calyx Building in August, and ten thousand people have played it for thousands of years. The whole city was drawn out of its sheath and became Zhao Jiechou in the first place. Lin Sheng's "The Title of Lin 'an Mansion" is innocent and came to Yaochi in the morning. Graceful, full of green, full of flowers. When the makeup is clean, it is too liquid to turn over, and the clothes are dancing. It is still flowing. It is still fragrant and pale, and flowers don't like it. People are haggard. I want to call Ling Boxian. This is a ship, 1000 miles away. I'm just worried about looking back and ice It's cold at night. In Lu Tong's "Shui Long Yin", Shi and I once attended an internal banquet with Sun. There are countless songs and dances, and my favorite is the dress dance. When dancing, I had a chill in the spring. In front of the jade hook column, Yan Ruyu, a dancer before the case, did not wear other people's vulgar clothes. The rainbow skirt and summer dress shook the crown step by step, and her eyes were full of flowers. On the balcony, the clouds are unintentional and do not fly. At the beginning of the preface, the autumn bamboo pole is cracked and the spring ice is broken. Floating back to light snow surprised Youlong. I hang my hand, the willow is weak, I drag it obliquely, and it is gathering pace. The smoke moth is slightly folded, and the wind sleeves are as low as all beings. Yuan point, calyx green, the queen mother waved her arms to fly away from Joan. It's complicated. Er Leng has never heard this song. I heard mandrill in Qiu Lai, but Du Fu was crying under the dam. In the second year of Qiantang romance, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. She is exquisite and graceful, and she is called Li Shen's life with Chen Chong. She cleared her hands and taught me to dress. Just press three times before and after the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion. Suddenly, there was nowhere to ask about clothes. I heard that there are many musicians in your department, so I asked if there were any costume dancers. I answered 100 thousand households in seven counties, and no one knew there was a dress dance. Only Long song and I were sent, with Yi Yu as the title. The four stationery are blue and red, and the clothes are recorded in it. You can see everything clearly, just like a dancer in Zhaoyang. In front of me, I seem to see quality, and I think about it from time to time. I doubt my dream.

4. I found a poem describing carnations from other places to see if it's ok ~

Quatrain

Children are busy studying thousands of miles away, and they feel homesick when they are alone.

In my dream, I sent Naixin to wish my parents well.

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Poetry in prose

carnation

Snowflakes fluttered in the air and landed on Santa Claus's beard. Santa Claus smiled: Make a wish, winter girl.

Miss Winter stretched out her cold hand: I want a thousand-year-old carnation to be inserted in front of the patient's bed, so that the candlelight of life can shine in the dark-

Welcome every dawn. At this time, snowflakes covered the whole cliff, just like a lighthouse, standing in the night.

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Carnation made of poetry

In childhood

You hold my hand.

No matter how windy or rainy it is.

Zhaida

I'm not afraid.

grow up to an adult

I let go of your hand.

Walking alone

In other countries

Heart at home

The wind and frost of years

Dye your sideburns white

But it is red.

My long-standing concern

Standing in the May sunshine

Let me walk you.

A bunch of carnations made of poetry

Every petal

Write a sentence.

word

Daughter always likes it

You-Mom

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What is Acacia?

I see the clarity in the sky and the white clouds in my hands.

I compose music for you in stars and dreams.

No matter who comes near, spring will dance around him

Who's gone? Only the north is empty in autumn.

Your blue deepens your eternity.

Acacia is blinking.

A carnation

Acacia is an endless sea.

Calm, tranquil

Makes people lazy.

Such as satin, close to the sky.

Don't want to relax for a moment

Waves, boats

What kind of tenderness?

God's passion is added to your breath.

What is Acacia? I just watched curiously.

Dare not touch it

5. Ask for a poem about bananas. Even if it rains, Bai Juyi is prone to wind and rain, and chickens crow again and again.

Bitter bamboo in broken sound cage, cold green banana. Waterbirds stay on the eaves and mud frogs jump into the house.

I still hear the opinions of foreigners, and I want to chase the DPRK tomorrow. Bai Juyi is prone to cry and rest early in the night rain, and the residual light goes out.

Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first. Dai Li Shangyin wants to rest upstairs at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook across the moon.

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. Rock Han Yu rough rocks, the path is very narrow, when I arrived at the temple, bats at dusk.

When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful. Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky.

Make your bed. Although the food is rough, it satisfies my hunger. It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows.

At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down. The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush.

The water flows barefoot on the rocks, and the sound of water excites the wind to make clothes. These things themselves can make life happy. You must be embarrassed to be a man.

Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old? Every time I come back, I will send a letter to Li Yi, and when I am free, I will send wicker to my heart.

If there is a letter from the photo library, it must be sent to Yangzhou near the postal bridge. In the rain, Du Mu sent the clouds all the way, and the curtain invaded the lamp to send loneliness.

After a sleepless night, there are bananas outside the master's window. Because of the rain, bananas moved to the window.

A little pity, leaving a dream of returning home with clothes on. My dream is far from home, and I feel a corner.

The play is called Cao Shu, and it is about suddenly knocking down pomegranate trees and crossing the river. Ask banana leaves, why bother?

The slight frost blows the palace osmanthus, and the sadness blows the locusts. In Rong Sheng, I feel more sorry for you.

When I was in seclusion, I sent my brother Wei, autumn grass gave birth to the Millennium, and my hometown brothers were homesick. There is nothing to do every day in high school, and there is a poem on the banana leaf.

Finding a house among young people is actually a matter. Cen Can believes everything and has a good memory. Come out for no reason, not hate to be A Lang.

Raindrops are banana red, and frost makes oranges yellow. When a gentleman smiles, wherever there is a foreign land.

The explorer hid behind the fence, and it was a trickle outside, and the hibiscus bloomed in the sunset. If you want to know the name of the topic, you are afraid that bananas are not resistant to autumn.

In the early summer, Yang Wanli's plums shed acid and splashed their teeth, and the banana was divided into green screens. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

There are endless autumn mountains in Lin Bu and endless Qiu Si. Red leaves flow in the blue stream and white clouds flow in the green forest.

In the shade of a bird, the crystal falls and the cicada scatters. This night, banana rain, who smells the pillow.

Recalling Qin E's breeze in Feng Yansi, it was cloudy and dark at night. Didi, under the window, under the banana lamp.

Unless the soul dreams of the old country, it will not be separated from the mountain. Memories, I forgot a word before my pillow.

Yang Liuzhi Gu Huan's Thoughts on an Autumn Night is lonely. Let it out.

Luobo musk cigarettes are sold. Candlelight shakes.

I'm remembering the jade waves wandering around, nowhere to be found. I can smell the rain outside the curtain.

Put down the banana. Sauvignon Blanc, Li, a shuttle of jade, and a thin shirt.

This snail is very light. There are many autumn winds, the sound of rain is harmonious, and there are three bananas outside the curtain.

What about the people at night? Ouyang Jiong, the son of Nanxiang, drew a cross bridge. Agger stopped at the radiation line, and there was a bamboo fence outside the hibiscus flower fence. Water tourists visit the sand girl, look back and smile, and point to the banana forest.

Who planted banana trees in front of Li Qingzhao's window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! A dried plum plunged Jie Jiang into spring sorrow. The boat on the river swayed and the curtains were drawn upstairs.

Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering. What is going home to wash guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.

The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. Narcissus Xu is here, making a Ye Qiu sound, and the small banana is worried. After three nights of dreaming.

Snuff chess game is not finished, sighing Xinfeng left alone. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.

Song Wanyue, a butterfly lover, went to open the curtain only a few feet, and the birds and magpies were shocked and white with sadness. Wan Li's old friend drew closer. Who will be the melody in the south building? Crickets bully sick people in front of lights.

Clear shadows linger, want to sleep? In the corner, the banana is rustling, and Fang Yi covers the window.

6. A poem describing the night sky 1, a night abroad

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! . Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

The breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the high-masted boat is moored alone at night. The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ye Ping looks very broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward.

Is my article famous? You should be dismissed even if you are old and sick. What's it like to wander around alone? Like a lonely Sha Ou between heaven and earth.

2. Autumn night

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

The candlelight of the silver candle reflects the barren painting screen, flapping fireflies with a small silk fan. The stone steps in the night are as cold as cold water, and you sit still and stare at the cowherd and weaver girl on both sides of the Tianhe River.

3, the pride of the fisherman, Heaven meets Yun Tao and even Xiao Wu.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky and ask me where I belong.

I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind calm down and the ship will blow away the three mountains!

Water and sky meet, morning fog and clouds wave. The milky way turns, just like countless ships waving sails. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven and heard the heavenly emperor talking to me. He asked me warmly and sincerely where I was going.

I want to repay the heavenly emperor. It's still far away. It's already dusk. Even if I can write amazing sentences by studying poetry, what's the use? Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. Wind! Don't stop, take my canoe straight to Penglai Sanxian Island.

Step 4 look at the sea

Han Dynasty: Cao Cao

A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Star Han is talented, if you are not among them.

The sun and the moon rise and set, as if from this vast ocean. The bright stars in the Milky Way also seem to emerge from the embrace of the sea.

5. Tianjiayuan Day

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning. I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.

A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

Last night, bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east, and this morning, the new year began again. I am forty years old. Although there is no official position, I am still worried about farming.

Close to farmers working in fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds. Farmers speculate on this year's harvest, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.

7. Ask some poets and dancers who describe dancers

Moss alley, hazy moonlight

The shadow became the sadness on the ground.

Candle flickers and incense ignites.

A poem floated out of a woman's window.

Sing, lament, lament

Last night, when I suddenly turned around,

Paper boat in exile

Full of pious hope

Look at the years carefully.

The curls of the shawl are tied into a bundle.

Get rid of sadness

Even if-

Red dancing shoes are playing and singing.

Smiles are so embarrassing again and again.

Close your eyes and remember the past.

The intersection around the corner—

The hurried bicycle bell urged us to approach.

Stand on tiptoe against the wall.

Waiting for a gust of wind to blow.

Suddenly tears fell, wet and painful.

Forgive me once-

Flying youth makes way for shrinking feet.

I don't know when the music will start.

Staggered and blurred lights

Chasing dance steps and indulging in skirts

Applause, floating in the wind.

Let's finish a song-

Perfect people fall like paper.

After all, I panicked and shook off a skirt.

Who would have thought that once-

Dance gracefully on tiptoe.

Only at that moment, the lotus-like soul

Forget hesitation and ignite desire.

Step by step, get out of the ordinary.

Moss alley, hazy moonlight

The shadow wound around the ground and became complete.

Candle flickers and incense ignites.

The woman's bed began to snore.

Sweet, one after another.

Tianhu dancer

Climb the peak to see the sea of clouds,

Oriental rainbow is the road.

Looking at the charming goose leisurely,

Stepping on the waves of Tianhu Lake.

Regardless of the waves at the bottom of the sea,

Try your best to dance solo.

Walking through the clouds,

Chasing the wind and drinking fairy dew by mistake.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise,

Jade girl is in the sky now!

The morning glow is a dress, the rainbow is a ribbon, and the warm clouds wrap their feet.

Tianhu embraces the moon and dances again.

Write swan lake.

Thanks to the warm kiss of the moon,

Since then, ChanJuan has been jealous.

Sigh the death of a beautiful woman,

There is no room for heaven and earth.

Crying in a dream,

I hate the Yangtze River soil!

Midnight. A dark long street.

She danced in clear shadows,

The long skirt was covered with dew,

Red dancing shoes cut the starlight into an arc of light.

The clear waves at two o'clock light up your eyes,

Sometimes tears are not just about telling pain.

Is the shiny red lips a temptation or a deep helplessness?

You look up and say that your life is dancing.

Why don't you continue your dance steps?

You're obviously hesitating,

It was the cool breeze that stopped you from hovering,

Or the night drowns your way home.

Life!

It was a dance.

This is a kind of happiness,

A little sad,

More is the loneliness of the long night!

Written on a long and lonely night

rascal

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