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Beautiful sentences describing dance

1. Light dance steps are like a swallow squatting in a nest, like a magpie flying in the sky with night terrors. Beautiful dancing is leisurely and feminine, and agile flying is as light as the wind. Her wonderful state is unparalleled, and her quality is pure and clear. Cultivate one's appearance and conduct to express one's mind and think alone in the distant nether world. Aim at the mountain to show the majestic trend, which means dancing with the running water to show the feeling of swinging. 2. Pearl tassels rotate and stars shake, and Hua Teng shakes dragons and snakes. Dancing with a low heart and singing at the bottom of a peach blossom fan, I don't hesitate to step on the lotus and worry about going to Lingbo for a long time. I saw the dance in the air without a trace. Stealing through the palace is as stable as Mount Tai and as sleepy as Mount Tai. It's hard to say exquisite, but it must be seen from the palm of your hand. 3. The dancing phoenix is empty and the waist is warmer. Transfer to Lotus Steps, as beautiful and romantic as Zhao Feiyan in Han Palace. Turtle played the dance music beam of 1970s, and embroidered the dance music with the partridge dance music. Jin Shang, the master of the wind, my brother's brother looks at the spring willows before the wind. The melodious flute is blowing, the loud drums are beating and shining with sacred light. Golden, warm and beautiful, they began to dance. With her long eyebrows, beautiful eyes, fingers, waist, headdress, bells around her waist and delicate dance steps, she danced the joys and sorrows in her heart as slowly as clouds and whirled like a whirlwind. Look! Ever-changing, changeable, it is really like a cloud in the sky, indicating the change of the weather. Cover the sky for a while; Decorate the sky beautifully in an instant. See them suddenly put their hands on their chests; Suddenly, I touched my arm gently; Suddenly lined up in a row; Suddenly divided into three columns. Just like a game of hide-and-seek played by friends, we can't avoid it. In the carnival of dancing, they forgot the audience and themselves. Just concentrate on the performance and change different movements to tell the touching poetic story of Guanyin with a thousand hands. 1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 2, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty or naive, and Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi. 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. Picking lotus and dancing in Gong Rui Pear Garden. 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? Watching Gong Sundaniang's disciple's swordsmanship: On October 19, the second year of Du Fu's reign, the Kuifu family watched the swordsmanship of Li Linying's Twelve Niangs, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang." In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded it while watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng, and I made a clear file. Since Gaochou Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, they have been admired by people. Xiao is a dancer, but at the beginning, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white. Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk as a sword. Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows. She uses her long eyebrows, eyes, fingers and waist; She has flowers in her bun and a pleated skirt around her waist; She danced the joys and sorrows in the poem with fine steps, leisurely as a light cloud and whirling like a whirlwind. Although we don't know the content of the story, our emotions can sing with her movements! We saw that she suddenly frowned, showing infinite sadness, and suddenly blushed with laughter, showing endless joy; Suddenly, the drooping eyelids on the side show shyness of turning back and forth; Suddenly, I looked at it angrily, showing all-powerful anger; Suddenly, I touched my arm gently, drew my eyes, smoothed my eyebrows and made a delicate and decent dress. Suddenly stand up, press the arrow and pull the bow, so that people can almost hear the clank of the strings! Like Potian, she forgot the audience and herself in the carnival dance. She just tried her best to tell the beautiful poetry story of ancient India with flexible and skilled limbs and facial features! A dance performance (little sister Rada, sometimes dancing alone, sometimes with her sister, she is a chick! It takes less effort to describe it, and future achievements cannot be * * *). We find that they are not only gods and people, but also animals and plants: such as lotus flowers, deer galloping and peacock strutting, which can be described incisively and vividly. The most wonderful thing is the "snake dance", the gentle shaking of the neck and the trembling of the shoulders: a series of flexible peristalsis, from the fingertips of the right hand to the fingertips of the left hand! I really can't describe it. I can only borrow two poems by Bai Juyi: "The pearls are shining and the stars are shaking, and the flowers are fighting dragons and snakes." If I were a poet, I would write a long poem to describe their ever-changing dance. If I were a painter, I would use all kinds of colors to show their clear eyebrows and gorgeous clothes. If I were a composer, I would use notes to convey their agile dance steps and exquisite * * *. If I were a sculptor, I would simulate their slim, agile and energetic figures on jade. But I'm nothing! I can only use my own poor words to describe this amazing dance art, hehe ~ is that enough? 1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 2, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty or naive, and Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi. 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. Picking lotus and dancing in Gong Rui Pear Garden. 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? Watching Gong Sundaniang's disciple's swordsmanship: On October 19, the second year of Du Fu's reign, the Kuifu family watched the swordsmanship of Li Linying's Twelve Niangs, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang." In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded it while watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng, and I made a clear file. Since Gaochou Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, they have been admired by people. Xiao is a dancer, but at the beginning, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white. Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk as a sword. Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows. 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. Young people are arrogant and arrogant, and they are waiting to repair their sleeves. Hugh Xun flies, wandering like a god, walking on the waves, and the bottom of socks is dusty. Unstable is dangerous, and dangerous is safe. Enter a difficult period, if you go, if you return. Into liquid sperm, smooth and beautiful. If you don't spit, you will be angry. Huarong is graceful, which makes me forget my meal. Watching Gong Sundaniang's disciple's swordsmanship: On October 19, the second year of Du Fu's reign, the Kuifu family watched the swordsmanship of Li Linying's Twelve Niangs, which was magnificent; Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang." In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I recorded it while watching Gongsun Jianfa in Yancheng, and I made a clear file. Since Gaochou Yichun and Liyuan Erjifang, they have been admired by people. Xiao is a dancer, but at the beginning, Sun was just a person. Jade looks gorgeous and white. Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk as a sword. Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows. 1, dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The lights in the hall are bright and the seats are beautiful. 2, waterspout Lutong old muscles are not dirty or naive, and Xiao Lai Li Yu Yao Chi. 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. Picking lotus and dancing in Gong Rui Pear Garden. 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? Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.