Poems that describe horses

But make the Dragon City fly, it's not called Huma Duyin Mountain.

flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.

an old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.

The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is a flowing family, and the old road is a thin horse.

writing about birds

a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.

where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.

two orioles sing crisp willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

Write about the Yellow River

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city called Wan Ren Mountain.

mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.

The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

write about patriotism

who died in a national disaster and died suddenly.

Julian Waghann decided to celebrate the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten.

since ancient times, no one has died, so take the heart of Dan to shine on the history.

worry about the world first, and enjoy it later.

homesickness

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

I'll meet you immediately without paper and pen, and I'll report my peace with your message.

where are the books? wildgeese, homing to Loyang.

Philosophical

In the green garden, the sunflower is exposed to the sun. Spring has filled the earth with hope, all things show a prosperity. I often fear that the autumn festival will come, and the leaves of Kun Huanghua will decline. Rivers run to the sea to the sea, when can return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.

there is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village.

Why is the canal so clear, because there is flowing water from the source.

writing songs and dances

Pearl tassels rotate and the stars shake, and flowers and vines move like dragons and snakes.

Dance low at the heart of the willow building, and sing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan.

those who write about learning

don't be idle, turning their heads white and feeling sad.

I'm willing to ride the wind and break the waves for ten years.

I've learned from the paper, but I don't know how to do it.

if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad.

There is a way to learn from books and mountains, but there is no cliff to learn from. 2. Poems describing flowers dancing

It's not called Humadu Yinshan that writes about horses but makes Longcheng fly.

flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe. An old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.

The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is a flowing family, and the old road is a thin horse. A hundred mountains and no bird who writes birds, a thousand paths without a footprint.

where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief. The sleeping sickness in the spring day unconsciously broke the morning, the chirping of the chirping birds that disturbed my sleep.

here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool. Two orioles sing crisp willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. The sun was slowly sinking near the western hills, and the yellow river flowed into the east sea.

The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Write about the patriotic sacrifice to the national disaster, and treat death like death.

Julian Waghann decided to celebrate the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart to shine on history.

worry about the world first, and enjoy it later. Homesick so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. Meet you at once, without pen and paper, please tell my family that I am safe.

where are the books? wildgeese, homing to Loyang. The sunflower in the green garden of philosophy, the morning dew waits for the day to be thin.

in the spring, everything is brilliant. I often fear that the autumn festival will come, and the leaves of Kun Huanghua will decline.

when will a hundred rivers go east to the sea and return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village.

Why is the canal so clear, because there is flowing water from the source. The beads that write songs and dances rotate and the stars shake, and the flowers and vines move.

Dance low at the heart of the willow building, and sing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. Those who write about learning don't afford to be idle, and they are white-headed and sad.

I'm willing to ride the wind and break the waves for ten years. What you get on paper is shallow, and you never know that you have to do it.

if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad. There is a road to the mountain of books, but there is no cliff to learn from. 3. Poems about dance

1. Dance turns back to tea, and songs are sorrowful. The hall is full of bright lights, and the seats are beautiful.

2. Water dragons sing

Lu Tonglao

Plain muscles are innocent and innocent, and I came to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, clean when making up. It's too liquid to turn over, and it's time to dance. Still, the old fragrance is light powder, the flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. Want to call fairy ling bo. Pan-boat, waves thousands of miles. I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the Ming dynasty is falling. The moon shadow is sad, the dew is scattered, and who leans on the small aperture. * * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and the night is cold.

3. Lotus picking dance

Ruigong Langyuan. Listen to Jun Tiandi's music and know him several times. Struggle is like the world, a new biography of picking lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the warbler's tongue is squeaky. Who is bound by the free smoke and waves? Helpless day order, already urged the class to turn. But driving a colorful phoenix, hibiscus looks forward to it. May I accompany you to this banquet every year.

Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciple's swordsmanship

Author: Du Fu

On October 19th, the second year of Dali, Kuifu held a house to see Li Shierniang's swordsmanship in Linying, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang."

After five years in the first century, I was still a child, which was recorded when I watched Gongsun's swordsmanship in Yancheng, and I made a clear presentation. Since the high head Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, people have been worshiped outside, Xiao is a dancer, and at the beginning of Emperor SHEN WOO, Sun was just one person. Jade looks gorgeous, and the situation is white. Today, I am a disciple, and I am also a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the waves. Generous, chat for the sword line.

Zhang Xu, a deceased Wu native, was good at cursive calligraphy and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe sword in Yexian County. Since then, he has grown in cursive calligraphy and is grateful, which means that Gongsun knows.

there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters.

an audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.

The twinkling of an eye is like the setting of nine days, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons;

she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.

but vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame.

this beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way.

and while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come.

there were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun.

fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, the dusty cave fainted the royal family.

instead of the Pear-Garden Players, who have blown by like a mist, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun.

the south wood of Jinsudui has been arched, and the grass of Qutang Shicheng is bleak.

the song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising.

and I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair. 4. Poems about dance

1. Zhu Huo shines brightly on a beautiful woman and invites a blind date with affection.

when you smile, your mind will be confused, and you will want it if it is not because of your son. 2, the Millennium wants to coagulate the grass, and the golden jade column rings the bridal chamber.

Two hearts and one shadow all return to Xiang, so don't forget to send your feelings to Jun Jun. 3, the cold night is dense and drooping, and the beauty and beauty know each other.

Even if you go to Dan twice, you will never move, and you will be rewarded with long sleeves. 4, the dance turned back to tea, and the songs gathered green cymbals.

the hall is full of photos, and the seats are beautiful. 5, the waterspout Lu Tong old muscle is not dirty and innocent, and Xiao Lai Yu Li Yao Chi.

graceful and green cover, ying ying is plain and elegant, and make-up is clean when washing. It's too liquid to turn over, and it's time to dance.

It's still the same, and the fragrance of the old days is weak, and the flowers are not like it, which makes people haggard. Want to call fairy ling bo.

the boat is flat and the waves are thousands of miles away. I only worry about looking back, the ice curtain is half-covered, and the Ming dynasty is falling.

the moon is full of sadness, and the dew is scattered, so who leans against the small aperture? * * * Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and the night is cold.

6. Picking lotus flowers and dancing in Langyuan Palace. Listen to Jun Tiandi's music and know him several times.

contention is like the world, a new biography of picking lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the warbler's tongue is squeaky.

free and unfettered smoke and waves are bound. Helpless day order, already urged the class to turn.

but driving a colorful phoenix, hibiscus looks forward to it. May I accompany you to this banquet every year.

7. Poems of chanting dance are pitifully called "28", which is like a flying rainbow, surpassing Heyang's geisha, secretly sharing with Huainan. When you enter the industry, you will see the shoes enter, turn your face and look at the sky, your wrist will move, and your shirt will follow the best wind. Why do you have to get up when you go to the guest, but you won't stop crying? 8. Dance Poem (Yang Yuhuan) The sleeves of Luo are fragrant and fragrant, and the red scent is lingering in the autumn smoke.

the wind is swaying on the light Yunling, and the water is blowing at the edge of the tender willow pool. 9. "a song of dagger-dancing to a girl-pupil of lady gongsun" On October 19, the second year of Du Fu's Dali period, Kuifu took the house to see Linying Li Shierniang's sword-dancing device, which made it magnificent.

ask his teacher, saying, Yu Gong Sundaniang's disciple is also. In the third year of Kaiyuan, I was still a child, and I recorded in Yancheng that Gongsun's swordsmanship was vigorous.

when you are frustrated, you stand out from the crowd. Since Gao Tou Yichun Pear Garden, the people in Erjifang have been worshipping outside, Xiao is a dancer, and at the beginning of the emperor's reign, Sun is just one person.

the jade looks gorgeous, and the condition is white! Today, my disciples are also full of shame. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the waves.

be generous in handling matters, and talk about it as a sword. Zhang Xushan, a former Wu native, wrote cursive calligraphy posts and tasted Gong Sundaniang's swordsmanship in Xihe River in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved, and he is grateful.

that is, gongsun knows! There lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters. An audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.

which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons, she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea. But vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame.

this beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way. And while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come.

there were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun. Fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, wind and dust, filling the world, obscure the Imperial House.

instead of the Pear-Garden Players, who have blown by like a mist, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun. There are man-size trees by the Emperor's Golden Tomb, I seem to hear dead grasses rattling on the cliffs of Qutang.

the song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising. And I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go Must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair.

1. Song of Dress and Feather, and Bai Juyi, the humble poet, and I, the Emperor Xian, once accompanied the banquet in Zhaoyang. There are countless songs and dances, among which the most favorite is the dress dance.

when dancing, you can eat cold food in spring, and before the incense table under the jade hook bar. Yan Ruyu, a dancer before the case, didn't wear popular clothes.

The red dress and the Xiaguan step by step to shake the crown, and they are full of Pei Shanshan. Have a graceful demeanour doesn't seem to be Luo Qi, but Gu Tingle hangs on for a while.

Xiao Xiao's Zheng and flute are mixed with each other, and the shells are struck and blown. Scattered sequence six plays did not move clothes, balcony SuYun careless not to fly.

in the middle sequence, the bamboo pole is broken in autumn and the ice is broken in spring. Floating back to the light snow, smile longitudinal send Youlong surprised.

the willow is weak after a small hand, and the clouds are about to grow when it is dragged obliquely. The smoke moth is slightly overwhelmed, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate.

The goddess waved goodbye to Qiong when she touched the calyx green. Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and the jumping beads shake the jade.

when Xiang Luan dances, she closes her wings, and the crane song ends with a long sound. At that time, I was surprised at first sight, but I was not enough to stare and listen.

I haven't heard this song since I was born in 1989. While listening to mandrill in Gancheng, the cuckoo cries in Baxia.

in the second year of moving to Qian Tang, I was in the mood to ask Sishu. Exquisite and graceful, thank you for your Zheng, and Chen Chong speaks Li Shen Pingsheng.

The hands that clear the strings and make the pipes brittle and slim, teach you how to dress in one song. By the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, you should only press it three times before and after.

except for the bastard, I heard that the stars are scattered now. I went to Suzhou in May this year, urging my hair to grow old at dusk.

greedy cases often invade the night and don't listen to the music until autumn. Qiu Lai has nothing to do but be bored, and suddenly he has nowhere to ask.

There are many musicians in Wenjun's department, and they ask if there are any dancers in neon clothes. There are 1, households in Qiyun County, and no one knows that there is a dress dance.

Just send Long song and me, and write the title "Dress and Feather Score". Four flower notes are blue and red, and the clothes are recorded in them.

There are many different forms, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang. At present, I seem to see the shape and quality, and I think the same in the past and now.

Doubt comes from a dream, and it seems to be written like a picture of a painter. I love to know each other, and I am born in singing and shaped in poetry.

I haven't heard from you before, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. I don't see my poem again, and the song loves the neon dress before it is filmed.

Everything has its owner, and Yang created the spectrum of the monarch. You said that this dance is rare, and it must be the city of poor girl.

Xiaoyu, the demon of Wu, flies as smoke, and the more gorgeous she is, the more beautiful she is. Beautiful flowers and clever smiles have been lonely for a long time, and the baby house is empty.

As you said, you are sincere. Please try to listen to me calmly. If you want the national color to begin to spread, but I am afraid that this dance will be abolished.

the advantages and disadvantages of Yan Yao are far from each other, and most of them are only flattering. Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too suspicious, and he also plans to learn from it as appropriate.

11. Liu Yuxi stepped on the lyrics. On the riverside, the moon rose out of the levee, and the girls on the levee joined hands. After singing all the new words, I can't see them, and the trees are singing in the red window.

12. Kong Shangren's first "Step on Lyrics" in Pingyang Zhuzhi Ci reads: "Fengyang girls step on Chunyang, and step on Pingyang to win their hometown. I didn't forget to dance my sleeves and bow my waist, and the west hook of the street cut off people's intestines. "

13. Partridge sky-Yan Jidao's colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently, but she was drunk in those days. She danced low in the heart of the willow building and sang the wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. After parting, she recalled meeting you and had several soul dreams with you. Tonight, I was afraid that meeting was a dream. 14. Changsha went to the east building to watch and dance Li Qunyu on the 9th. At the end of the autumn, the banquet is full of flowers.

As graceful as orchid, Youlong, Wan Ru. The more gorgeous it is, the more beautiful it is.

you can't be poor in a slow state, but you will end up in a complicated posture. Low lotus waves, messy snow lingering in the wind.

when you fall, you will drift, and you will want to fly back to the sky. Only worry can't catch it, and fly away to catch the surprise.

15. Bai Juyi, a geisha in Zhezhi, laid out a brocade feast, and struck three times to draw drums to urge. Red candles move peach leaves, and purple shirts move branches.

The hip flower with hanging cymbals is heavy at the waist, and the hat turns into a golden bell with a snowy face. I can't stay at the end of the song, and the clouds and rain are sent to the balcony.

16. Dance songs. Bai Mi said that Li Bai sang Qing songs and made his teeth white, and the northern beauty was adjacent to the east.

and sing white and stop retting, long. 5. Write a poem about dance: ———————

Floating around, the snow turns light, and Youlong is surprised with a smile, and the willows are weak after hanging down, and the clouds are coming to life when dragging the skirt obliquely. -Bai Juyi's Song of Dressing and Feathering)

Jumping forward and turning the hub to make the feet colorful and soft. -Liu Yanshi's "Wang Zhongcheng's House Watching Dancing at Night Hu Teng"

From the wind to the sleeves, the sun turns to the flowers. Sympathy promotes the column, and the shadow goes to the dangerous string. -Wang Chang's "Poems on Dancing"

Guan Qing and Luo Jian are combined, and the strings are shocked and the sleeves are late. Sing one by one, you will lose your hands and listen to the music. I'm so sad, and I'm so sad. Stay at dusk, love this time. -He Xun's "Poem on Maiko"

Paved with a brocade feast, struck three times to draw drums and urge. Red candles move peach leaves, and purple shirts move branches. Hip flowers with hanging cymbals are heavy at the waist, and the hat turns into a golden bell with a snowy face. I can't stay at the end of the song, and the clouds and rain are sent to the balcony. -Bai Juyi's "Zhe Zhi Ji"

Drums urge the remnants to pat the waist soft and sweat through the clothes. -Liu Yuxi's "Zhezhi with Lotte"

The red banquet is set up with a painting hall, and the little prostitute makeup becomes a dance reminder. Bead hats listen to songs all over the place, and brocade boots beat drums. -Zhang Hu's "Zhezhi"

painted drums and dragged rings and brocade arms, and Xiao E changed her dancing clothes. The golden silk is foggy and the red shirt is thin, and the silver vine is long with purple flowers. -

. The guest watched the dance and despised Yun Qi, but went to Xiang Wang's dream.