1. "Three Poems of Crossing Huaqing Palace"-Tang Du Mu

A poem about Nishang on a Thousand Peaks, which came down from the dance.

They lied about their military situation, and Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei were still addicted to singing and dancing until An Lushan rose up and the Central Plains was broken.

2. "Xijiang Moon Under the Windy Mountain Peak" —— Zhang Xiaoxiang of Song Dynasty

Playing the Nishang in the Crystal Palace is quasi-intended for Yueyang Tower.

Translation: The palace in the water is like playing colorful plumage. When you arrive in Yueyang, you must watch the lakes and mountains on Yueyang Tower.

3, "Crying for Li Shangyin"-Tang Cui Jue

Should only climb the Qiqi tree outside the object, then wear a neon dress and go to the crimson altar.

Translation: He should climb the Yushu in the outer world and climb the immortal altar in his clothes.

4. "Misaligned Names"-Wang Yuanliang of Song Dynasty

Reorganized Zhu Xian, and played it for the first time, with clear sound and far-reaching meaning.

Translation: Arrange the red strings and play the dress, with excellent voice and clear artistic conception.

5. Six of Ten Poems on Nishang —— Tang Wangjian

Wu Huang gave a gift to the Queen Mother of the West and got a new moon dress on Nishang.

Translation: Wu Huang personally sent the Queen Mother Xi away, and the Queen Mother got a new moon dress. 2. Poems about Nishang

Pipaxing

Tang Bai Juyi

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.

I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music.

for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.

we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.

we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name? The sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered.

we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet.

yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.

...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.

each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life. (I can't make it: I'm not satisfied)

she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.

she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, whose first work was "Nishang" and then "Six Yao" (Six Yao: Green Waist).

the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.

hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.

when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop. (Take a break: take a break gradually)

into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.

there was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.

thoughtfully in the plucked string, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous.

told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads.

and had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians.

her art the admiration even of experts, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers.

how noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song.

and silver combs with shell inlay been snapped by her rhythms, and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine. (Silver Grate: Cloud Grate)

season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.

till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded.

The pommel horse was neglected in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.

who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea.

and she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water.

and sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears.

her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still.

we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?!

I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang.

and so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.

my quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house.

and what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes.

on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.

of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes? But they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears.

and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.

do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., translated Pipa for you.

...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder.

although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces.

but who of them all was crying the most?? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet. 3. Poems about Nishang

1. Pipa Travel by first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones Tang Bai Juyi 2. The coming of the spirit is my day; Qing Yun Yi Bai Nishang Pre-Qin Qu Yuan's Nine Songs Dongjun 3. and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow 4. as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow 5. Nishang dragged Tang Li Bai's Ancient Style 19. 6. Imperial leisure dance Nishang Tang Li Bai's Qing Ping Le Forbidden Court Spring Day 7. Re-press the song of Nishang all over Tang Li Yu's Yulouchun 8. Since Kaiyuan's Nishang, Song Xin Qiji's Ode to Pipa in He Xinlang 1, A Song of Nishang's Red Sun, Song Yan Jidao's Yulouchun 11, Although there is no Nakajima Nishang playing Song Xiangzi's Partridge Days, Mo Wen Qingjiang and Luoyang 12, Nishang's dream is floating in Song Han's "Huanxisha" Talking about Nishang's Nine Plays Song Zhu Dunru's "Water Tune Song Tou Tian Yu Chui Xiang" 16. Ren Nishang learned to dance Song Zhu Dunru's "Shui Long Yin Xiao Lai Ji Mu Tong Yun" 17. Since the discovery of Nishang, Song Zhu Dunru's "Partridge Sky Singing Pear Garden" 18. Nishang grabbed Jun Xiu and went to Song Zhu Dunru's "Partridge" Dancing through Song Mao and Nian Nujiao Leaning against the Wind with Dew 21. Nishang Long Moon Song Han Yuanji Drunken Down and Out/A Huzhu 22. Nishang Dance is Hard to Keep Song Hou Set "Bodhisattva Man Nishang Dance is Hard to Keep" 23. Dancing Nishang Song Zhao Yanduan's "Partridge Days, Pairs of Green Snails" Song Xin Qiji's Nishang Song "He Xinlang Feng Wei Long Xiang Dial" 27, Song Xin Qiji's Disliking Nishang Su "He Xinlang Disliking Nishang Su" 28, A Nishang Dance Not Ending Song Han Juan's "Huanxisha" 29, Nishang Dancing Through Ling Bo Song Han Juan's "Die Lian Hua Xie Riqing Frost Mountain Dusk" 3. Shu Su Ting Yu Dian Spring Ming Dynasty Mu Shi's "Magnolia" is a king's amusement, a song "Crossing Huaqing Palace" by Li Yue in the Tang Dynasty, and a song "Eternal Sorrow" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty in as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. 4. all the poems of Li Bai's death

1. The poem "Death" was not written by Li Bai, but was invented by netizens.

Second, the whole poem is as follows:

Twilight

Dancing in the clothes,

Ghosts and ghosts.

easy to get the world,

when you die, you die.

a thousand miles of river is like a lake, and

a seal is a treasure among jade.

second, a brief introduction of Li Bai

Li Bai (February 8, 71-December 762), whose name was Taibai, was named Qinglian Jushi, and also named "fallen immortal". He was a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty and was praised as a "poetic immortal" by later generations. It is also called "Li Du" with Du Fu. In order to distinguish it from the other two poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Great Li Du". He is cheerful and generous, loves to drink and write poems, and likes to make friends.

Li Baiyou's "Li Taibai Ji" has been handed down from generation to generation, and most of his poems were written when he was drunk. His representative works include Looking at Lushan Waterfall, it is hard to go, Difficult Road to Shu, Going into Wine, Liang Fuyin, and Early Making a Beautiful City.

Li Bai's ci poems have been biographied by Song people (such as Wen Ying's Record of Xiang Shan Ye). In terms of their pioneering significance and artistic achievements, "Li Bai's ci poems" enjoy a very high status. 5. The ancient poems containing the dress

Song of the Dress and Feather (with a hint of harmony) Bai Juyi, I used to have an internal banquet to celebrate the sun. There were countless songs and dances, and I loved the dance of the dress best. The dance was against the cold food in the spring, and the jade hook was in front of the incense table. Before the case, Yan Ruyu, a dancer, did not wear other people's vulgar clothes. Hong Shang Xia Dian shook her crown and sang. Strike the bullet and blow it, and the clothes are not moved. The balcony is careless and the clouds are not flying. The middle sequence is broken at the beginning of shooting, and the autumn bamboo pole is cracked and the spring ice is dismantled. The floating snow turns back to light, which surprises Youlong. The willow is weak after a small hand, and the clouds are coming to life when it is dragged obliquely. The smoke moth is slightly awkward. It's not enough to stare and listen. After eight or nine years in the world, Er Leng never heard this song. I heard mandrill in the city, but Du Fu cried in the Baxia. In the second year of moving to Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sishu, Chen Chong, Shen Pingsheng, Qing Xian and crisp tube. I didn't listen to the strike until autumn. Qiu Lai had nothing to do, and suddenly he remembered that there was nowhere to ask about her clothes. I heard that there were many musicians in Jun's Ministry, and asked if there were any clothes dancers. I answered that there were 1, households in Yunqi County, and no one knew that there were clothes dances. I only sent Long song to come with me, with the title of clothes and feathers. Four flower notes were bright red, and the clothes were recorded in them. All kinds of things were clearly seen, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang. At present, it seemed as if there were clothes dancing. It was written in the form of a poem. If you don't see it, my song goes: and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. If you don't see it again, my poem goes: When the song loves the nishang before it is filmed, everything comes from the master, and Yang creates the sound and composes the music. You said that this dance is rare, and it must be the beautiful city of poor girl. The martial arts demon Xiaoyu flies as a cigarette, and the more gorgeous the beauty is, the more beautiful the beauty is, the more lonely it is. As you said, the baby house is full of flowers. Most of them are flattering only by people. Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too disrespectful, and he plans to learn from them as appropriate. The songs of everlasting regret, Bai Juyi, china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding, till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her, but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household, if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and Liugong's makeup are colorless. In the cold spring, the Huaqing Pool is bathed, and the hot spring water is slippery to wash the fat. When the servant helps the delicate and weak, it is only the new grace. The hot spring water is slippery to wash the fat, and the clouds are swaying. Were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains, but nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings, and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night, there were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body. The Golden House is dressed up as a charming night, and the Yulou banquet is drunk in spring. Sisters and brothers are all in the soil, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan. Therefore, the parents in the world are not reborn, and men are not reborn as women. The heights of the Palace of Li enter the Qingyun Palace, and the fairy music is everywhere. Slow singing and slow dancing coagulate the bamboo, and every day the king can't see enough. I was shocked by colorful plumage. the Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate the men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine, the land of the Flower Bud Committee was not harvested, and the jade was scratched. The king hid his face and could not save it. Looking back, the blood and tears flowed together. Huang Ai was scattered and the wind was bleak, and the clouds were lingering on the Jiange. There were few pedestrians at the foot of Emei Mountain, and there were no flags. So changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days, he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast, and when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away, from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?, till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, the monarch and his subjects looked after each other with all their clothes on their hands, and they all believed in the horse's return to the pond and garden, but they were all the same, and the lotus was like a willow. How could they not shed tears about it? Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away. Li Yuan disciples Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees; over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep. the Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, are late for the bell and drum, and they are worried about the sky. The Yuanyang tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold. Who is with * * *? With the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams, Linqiong (Taoist Hongduke, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind and people were so moved by the Emperor's constant brooding, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her he opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, both of them were nowhere to be seen. When I turned to Emei and died before the horse, I suddenly heard that there were fairy mountains on the sea, and the mountains were in the air. There were exquisite pavilions and five clouds, among which there were many fairies. One of them was too real, and the snow skin and flowers were uneven. The west wing of Jinque knocked on the jade. And asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect, and the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy, she pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, and opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen, her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace, while a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion, are still like dancing in clothes and feathers. The jade is lonely and tearful, and the pear blossoms bring rain in the spring. I am grateful to the king, and my voice and voice are dim. The Zhaoyang Temple is full of love, and the sun and the moon are long in Penglai Palace. Looking back, I can't see the dust and fog in Chang' an. I just show my affection for the old things. And, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin but kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, Chai Ba (Golden Divide, "Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely and she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts on the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world). In heaven, I would like to be a pair of lovebirds, while in the earth, I would like to be a branch of lianzhi. This hatred is endless. 6. Ancient poetry with neon

1. Dancing with neon is my favorite.

when dancing, you can eat cold food in spring, and before the incense table under the jade hook bar. -Tang Baijuyi's "Song of Nishang Feather and Micro" 2. The crown beads are beginning to cry, and the sleeves of Nishang dance are more windy.

If there is red in the middle, you will win, and if you are indifferent to the struggle, you will love red. -Song Wu Yi's "Bones offer peonies for four kinds of Japanese royal love, red sun, red sun and beaded crown" 3. Leave a color in the disciple's department, listen to the wind and listen to the water to make a dress.

—— Ten Poems of Dance Songs and Poems of Nishang by Tang Wangjian. 4. Nishang Xia Pei is pale and rich. Clouds are cold and revlon is thick.

—— Author Han Wei's "Chao Zhongcuo, Nishang Xiapei Pale and Rich" 5. At one time, I bowed down to Nishang Che and gave purple clothes before the site steps. -Tang Wangjian's "Dance Songs and Ten Poems on Nishang" 6. Nishang Dance is hard to keep.

Xiang skirt is as slow as smoke. -The author Hou Jia's "Bodhisattva Man Nishang Dance is Hard to Stay" 7. I am tired of Nishang Su.

dye rouge, climb down the mountain, and cross the river in Huansha. -Song Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang's Disliking for Nishang Su" 8. Where does the neon come from?

it's not idle clouds and rain. -"Drunken Flower Yin, Where does the neon dress come from?" 8. At one time, I worshipped the neon dress and gave purple clothes in front of the site.

—— Tang Wangjian's Ten Poems of Dance Songs and Poems on Dress. 9. I accompanied her to teach her to have a noble lady, from the beginning until the music was finished. -Tang Wangjian's "Ten Poems of Dance Songs and Dishes" 1. A mountain, stars and moons are moving, and good words come from the temple first.

—— Tang Wangjian's Ten Poems of Dance Songs and Poems of Nishang. 7. Poems describing colorful plumage

1. and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat

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Bai Juyi

Song of Eternal Sorrow

2. Musical prostitutes are based on colorful plumage's early graduation

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