Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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When I woke up, I found a figure beside the bed, so scared that I ran out of gas. That guy again! I was scared to scare me when I was young. Now that I’m a big guy, why don’t I understand how men and women don’t accept each other?

"You can really sleep, I have watched it for a long time."

I shrank angrily into the blanket. I only wore a thin suspender pajamas, I don't know if I just let him see the arms and legs exposed.

"Oh, don't hide, there's nothing to look at."

I threw a pillow bomb and escaped dexterously. He laughed and stood not far from me: "Hurry up, today's Su Muzhe is more exciting."

"Then you go out, I change clothes."

He didn't make any more trouble, and obediently walked to the door. Already stepped out of the door, but leaned into my body again and blinked at me: "This one you wear looks good, but I can only show it to me when I am in the house alone."

I was angrily looking for weapons everywhere, and he ran away with a laugh.

There were more people on the street, and Vrsati protected me and prevented me from being crowded. It's just that his way of protection really makes me uncomfortable. I was almost walking around with his arms around. Anyone who saw it would think that we were lovers. And he seems to be quite popular, many people greeted him, both men and women. When the man saw the paw that he put on my shoulder, he smiled unintentionally, but the woman's eyes were much more complicated. Most of them were flying knives, which made me feel very cold. But this guy didn't care at all. He looked careless.

I tried to break his claws and struggled with two, but he was hugged tighter: "Hush! Don't make trouble! The lion dance is about to begin."

Dozens of Capricorn drums sounded in unison, majestic, five colors of lion, green, red, yellow, white, black, dancing toward the center from five directions. Each lion has twelve people dancing, wearing red to wipe his forehead, and two people in front of him hold red whisks, making all kinds of teasing. There is a backing team of more than one hundred people next to them, chanting the praises of King Guizi, and the whole chorus resounds through the sky.

The lion is an animal admired by the king of the tortoise, the king of tortoise claimed to be the lion king, and made up a story of the king of the tortoise surrendering to the lion. The lion dance is based on this story. After Lu Guang broke Guizi, he brought tens of thousands of artists including Jumorosh and Qizi to Liangzhou (now Wuwei, Gansu). The lion dance was integrated with Han elements, and was adapted into the five-party lion dance circulating in the Central Plains.

In front of the square there is a row of gorgeous tents, where King Qizi Baichun and a group of nobles sit inside. I asked Vrsati: "Why don't you sit with them?"

"What's the point of following the group of old men? I wanted to follow Ai Qing." The music was too noisy, he said loudly to my ear, "It's more fun to see you ugly and smirk."

This is no big or small guy! I was so angry that he opened his claws, and it took a while to catch it again. How could I make my eyes kill, and completely ignored it, still smiling hippy. Is it interesting to see me angry?

Watching a singing and dancing performance like this for a day, swaying to eat various snacks, arguing with Vishati, and soon another day passed. Lock the doors and windows at night to prevent thieves, thieves and anti-Vishati. I woke up in the morning without seeing Vrsati, but I almost got a prickly heat. As soon as the door opened, he saw him leaning against the wall, posing with a cool look, reaching for a small bottle. I took it curiously and asked him what it was. This guy actually told me it was prickly heat powder, and also seriously promoted the importance of maintaining indoor ventilation in summer. I copied a broom next to the door and chased him behind him in the yard.

Of course I can't run away from him. When he was ten, I was his defeat. After a few laps, he got tired and fell down. He raised his broom and said, "The little surrender, the general will spare his life!"

When I said something, I felt something was wrong. Why am I still holding the mantra that played with him when he was a kid? Alas, conditioned reflex, conditioned reflex. He stood in the middle of the yard, almost paralyzed with a smile, and the servant in the house ran out, looking at us inexplicably. There is no place for my old face...

Su Muzhe's third day was still a variety of singing and dancing performances. Artists from various countries in the Western Regions seem to have concentrated on Guizi, with daily carnival and surprise. Vshatipah loves to join in the fun, wherever there are people, I will be dragged in. At this moment we are standing by the side of the main square, and a stage has been set up in the middle. There is a huge lotus flower in the middle of the stage. With three rapid drum beats, the lotus bud opened, a veiled woman wearing a large fuchsia embroidered robe, a coat dragging a golden bell, a long silk ribbon hanging, and a pair of small red brocade boots on her feet . When the music rang, the woman began to dance, and the golden bell on the coat fluttered, and the bell sounded pleasant.

"This is Zhezhi Dance." Vishati said in my ear. "Don't be shy when I see it later." The breath he breathed into my ear made me tickle my head. Just to say a word, is it so close?

The drumming became more and more fierce, and the dancer's waist twisted, and it became soft and boneless. Then, the drum sound suddenly stopped, and the embroidered robe on his body was pulled off by the dancer and thrown into the lotus. Her upper body is a fuchsia tight-fitting veil, covered with a short coat, and below is the elegant long skirt of the same color. With the drum rotating rapidly, the skirt flutters like a fairy. Suddenly, the drums lived again, and her short coat quickly faded away, leaving only the tight-fitting gauze with bare arms, exquisite figure and unevenness. The following people can see the sound of cries, and all of them have red faces, and I am one of them. The drums sounded again, and she began to spin again, swinging her waist thinly, with infinite style. Then she ripped off the skirt, which was filled with pink and light-colored bloomers. In the end, the belt around the waist and the tight tops were all taken off, leaving only the modern BRA and bloomers, and various attractive poses.

"Wow, God, take off the striptease!" I widened my eyes indefinitely and swallowed drunkenly. I really didn't expect that the Western Regions had been so open 1600 years ago. Even in the 21st century, if you want to see a striptease of this level and get bars and nightclubs, how can you perform in large numbers?

Suddenly the nose was heavily scratched: "Strange, I thought Chinese women are very shy, and as a result, I am not as excited as a big man like you."

I covered my poor nose and compared with them, my nose was not strong enough now, and now it is more collapsed.

"Otherwise, if you like so..." The Big Bad Wolf came together again, "You jump back to me at night?"

He got a punch in the nose.

He was covering his nose, and the facial features on his face were squeezed together in an exaggerated way, and he added another sentence: "Oh, it's still forgotten, and there is nothing to look at when I take off..."

Does he want his nose to flatten forever?

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of light gray eyes staring at me, so close that I was guilty of heart disease before getting up. Alas, that's just habit, just habit. My countermeasure this time was not to change my pajamas, so I slept like this. So, the window opened wide and slept till dawn.

There was a clearly disappointed expression on his face: "What little dress did you wear that day? Why not wear it?"

This satyr! I sat up proudly: "Don't you say that there is nothing beautiful?"

"That's true." He nodded and thought for a while, "Ai Qing, please eat more meat."

"why?"

"This way, it will be bigger here." He compares his chest. "You are too thin now, and it doesn't feel good to the touch."

God! Who will help me kill this little pervert!

It's another day of playing on the streets. I seem to have forgotten to work, every day is to play besides sleeping. Vshatipah is definitely a good companion, and there are always endless ideas. Every day I take me to different places to eat, Indian food, Central Asian food, Persian food, Chinese food, various meals and snacks, I really have a circle around my waist. This seven-day Su screen cover is much more exciting than our May 11th. Those artists who perform on the street are real talents, and the participation of the masses is also very high. Often when you hear the sound of music, everyone will not Dances of men, women and children.

On the fourth day of Su Muzhe, I saw the long-awaited Hu Xuanwu. Hu Xuanwu originated in the Kangju Kingdom of Central Asia (now in Samarkand, Uzbekistan), and became popular all the time after its introduction into the Central Plains. Numerous great poets in the Tang Dynasty have described Hu Xuanwu, the most famous of which is Bai Juyi's "Hu Xuannv, Hu Xunnv, the heart should string, the hand should drum". Yang Guifei is said to be very good at dancing Hu Xuanwu, so that Bai Juyi accused "Concubine Hu Xuan confused the king's heart". Now I have witnessed it myself, it really looks good. Hu Xuanwu is a group dance. A dozen enchanting young girls whirl around with light movements. They are described by poets as "flying stars" and "hot wheels". I have seen the local Sophie dance in Egypt. It was danced by men and kept spinning. The colored skirt on my body was spinning like a kaleidoscope. I was amazed and worried that they would be stunned.

At night, I kept thinking of Roche falling asleep as usual, remembering every bit of him, and being able to chew a little bit for a long time. I have been playing crazy these days, to be honest, I have never played that crazy, and it has been so many days in a row. If he could be by his side...hehe, I don't want to. I can't imagine him squatting on the street and nibbling a lamb kebab. Thinking of Vrsati, I suddenly thought I must tell him tomorrow. Can't always run to my room early in the morning...

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With regard to the various dances covered by Su Muzu, I refer to the works of many Tang poets. Put Bai Juyi's poems about lion dance, Zhezhi dance and Hu Xuanwu here. In fact, not only did he write these dance poems, but also Li Duan, Yuan Zhen, Zhang Hu, Liu Yuxi and so on. But Bai Juyi's poems are the most obvious and easy to understand. I can't help thinking that Bai Juyi is really a singing and dancing lover, remembering that he has a lot of kabukis in his house.

Bai Juyi's description of the lion dance in Xi Liang Qi:

Xiliang, masked Hu and fake lion. Carved wood ends with a head and silk, gold-plated eyes and silver teeth.

Fen Xun sweater swings his ears, like miles from quicksand. Zi bearded his eyes on the two hoops, inspiring a speech before jumping the beam.

As if Liangzhou had not sunk in the sun, Anxi had escorted in. Xu Yun received new news, and Anxi Road would never return.

Weeping to the lion's nose, Liangzhou unknowingly? The lion turned his head to look west, screaming at the viewer's sorrow.

Zhen Yuanbian will love this song and sit down and look at the shortage. The three soldiers of the banquet banquet, the lion Huer is in sight.

There was a man in his 70s and he saw Nong Liangzhou crying in the face. Weeping and holding hands to General Bai, the Lord is worried about what the minister said.

Since Tianbao's warriors, the dogs have swallowed the sun day and night. Forty years have passed since Liangzhou, and Helong will invade seven thousand miles.

Normally Anxi Wanlijiang, today's border guard is in Fengxiang. The edge of the empty village is one hundred thousand pawns, and the warm clothing is enough to spend the rest of the day.

The survivors had broken their hearts in Liangzhou, and looked at the relatives unintentionally. The emperor deplored every thought, and the general wanted to talk ashamed.

But he still looks at Xiliang, and makes fun of Zihuan! Even if there is no intelligence to fail to accept, to endure Xiliang teasing?

Bai Juyi's "Zhezhi Prostitute" describes Zhezhi Dance:

The tiles are rolled together, and the drum beats three times in a row. The red candle moved from the peach leaf, and the violet shirt moved.

Waist weight with vertical crotch flower, cap turned back to Jinlingxue. Seeing that the song could not be retained, Yun Piaoyu sent it to the balcony.

Bai Juyi's "Hu Xuan Nu" describes Hu Xuanwu: (the end of Tian Bao, Kang Ju Guo Xianzhi)

Hu Xuannv, Hu Xuannv, heart chord, hand drum. The string drum was lifted with two sleeves, and the snow fluttered back and forth.

Turn left and turn right without tire, thousands of turns are endless. Human beings are incomparable, and the wheels are slow and the whirlwind is slow.

At the end of the song, I would like to thank the emperor again, who was slightly innocent. Hu Xuannv, who came out of Kangju, was in vain for thousands of miles.

The Central Plains has its own Hu Xuan, and it is not as good as fighting. Tianbao season is about to change year by year, and every concubine is learning.

Among them is Taizhen Wailu Mountain, and the two are the most capable. Li Garden is a concubine, and he is raised as a child under the golden cock.

Lu Shan Hu Xuan lost his eyes, and the soldiers crossed the Yellow River. The imperial concubine Hu Xuan confuses the king's heart, and abandons Ma Weinian deeper.

In the past 50 years, the system has been unable to control the turn from the earth to the earth. Hu Xuannv, Mo Kongwu, sing this song to enlighten the Lord.