Wei Zi Yus

1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful.

2. Shuilongyin

Lvtonglao

Plain muscle is innocent and comes to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up. Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance. It's still the same sentence: old fragrance is light powder, flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. I want to call fairy Ling Bo. Boating, waves travel thousands of miles. I'm only worried about looking back. The ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty is falling. The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture? * * * In Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and it is cold at night.

3. Lotus picking dance

Gong Rui Yuen Long. 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?

4. Xue Neng's branch-folding words

This tower, this new building,

Singing and dancing little Chanjuan.

Pentium swaying,

Luo's shirt has been half-stripped over his shoulders.

5. Gu Kuang's "Wang Langzhong's Five Songs and Five Dances"

You can't draw new clothes,

Silk is urgent and clothes are light.

There is no doubt about the falling flowers around the trees.

Back in the snow, from the wind to the darkness.

6. Li Bai's Koguryo

Golden flowers fold hoods,

Baima came back late.

Dancing with wide sleeves,

Like a bird flying from the east.

7. Li Qunyu's green waist

There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with green waist.

In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers.

As elegant as a dragon.

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.

A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.

The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

As bright as a shot of nine days, as swift as a dragon on the front wing of an angel;

She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.

But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.

This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.

When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.

There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.

Fifty years later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger.

The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun.

The golden millet piled nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is bleak.

The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.

And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.

Bai Juyi

twills

What is dazzling silk? Unlike Luo Kun and Wan Qi;

It should be like a waterfall spring 45 feet before the bright moon in Tiantai Mountain.

There are some great articles, white fireworks and snow on the ground.

Who weaves and dresses? Han, a cold girl from Yuexi.

Last year, Ambassador China made a statement, and samples fell from the sky.

Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color.

Wide-cut shirt sleeve dress, gold barrel ironing knife to cut patterns.

Extraordinary splendor and strange writing set each other off, and the flowers turn around indefinitely.

Zhaoyang dancer is deeply in love, and Chunyi is a pair of straight girls.

Sweat is stained with powder, dragging the soil and trampling on the mud without pity.

It takes a lot of effort to weave brocade, which is incomparable to silk.

Many women's hands hurt when they are thin, and they can't tie a thousand words.

The singers and dancers in Zhaoyang Temple should also cherish the Weaver Maid when they see it.

The Everlasting Regret

Bai Juyi

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.

Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.

Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Since happiness ended in Mingyue Palace, both the sun and the moon have grown in Pengcai Palace.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.

"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Li Bai's Ci of the Bank of China is one of the eight poems.

Golden House, purple Ying Ying.

Baoji puts mountain flowers, and Dianthus embroidered Luo clothes.

Every time I leave the palace, I often walk back with the steps.

I'm only worried about singing and dancing and turning into colorful clouds.

Xue Tao's "New Clothes Cutting System" was originally composed of three songs.

Chang tuo, who was originally a Ming instrument, once let one of them go.

Every time I go to the song and dance concert in the palace, I bend over and sing an empty plan together.

Wang Changling

Song of spring palace

Last night, the wind blew open the peaches in the well.

The moon in Weiyang Qian Dian is very high.

Pingyang song and dance are the new favorites.

Outside the curtain, a brocade robe comes out in the cold spring.

Du Fu's "Giving Flowers"

Offer flowers to the youth

The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.

This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?