Tai Groups and Names in China
| Chinese | Pinyin | Tai Lü | Tai Nüa | Thai | Conventional | Area(s) |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 傣仂 （西雙版納傣族自治州） |
Dǎilè (Xīshuāngbǎnnà Dǎi) |
tai˥˩ lɯː˩ | ไทลื้อ | Tai Lü, Tai Lue | Xishuangbanna Tai Autonomous Prefecture (China) | |
| 傣那 （德宏傣） |
Dǎinà (Déhóng Dǎi) |
tai˥˩ nəː˥ | tai le6 |
ไทเหนือ, ไทใต้คง | Tai Nüa, Northern Tai, Upper Tai, Chinese Shan | Dehong (China); Burma |
| 傣擔 | Dǎidān | tai˥˩ dam˥ | ไทดำ, ลาวโซ่ง, ผู้ไท | Tai Dam, Black Tai, Tai Lam, Lao Song Dam*, Tai Muan, Tai Tan, Black Do, Jinping Dai, Tai Den, Tai Do, Tai Noir, Thai Den | Jinping (金平) (China), Laos, Thailand | |
| 傣繃 | Dǎibēng | tai˥˩pɔːŋ˥ | ไทเมา | Tay Pong | Ruili (瑞丽), Gengma (耿马) (China), along the Mekong |
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| 傣端 | Dǎiduān | tai˥˩doːn˥ | ไทขาว | White Tai, Tày Dón, Tai Khao, Tai Kao, Tai Don, Dai Kao, White Dai, Red Tai, Tai Blanc, Tai Kaw, Tày Lai, Thai Trang | Jinping (金平) (China) | |
| 傣雅 | Dǎiyǎ | tai˥˩jaː˧˥ | ไทหย่า | Tai Ya, Tai Cung, Cung, Ya | Xinping (新平), Yuanjiang (元江) (China) | |
| 傣友 | Dǎiyǒu | tai˥˩jiu˩ | ไทยโยว | Yuanyang (元阳) (China), along the Red River |
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| * lit. "Lao black trousers" | ||||||
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