A blue hair gently shook a butterfly, and the butterfly carved with pearls on its forehead gave off a faint light. White skin is like an egg that has just been shelled. Big eyes twinkle as if they can talk, and small red lips and fair skin are more distinct. A pair of dimples are evenly distributed on both sides of the cheek. With a shallow smile, the dimples on the cheeks are looming, cute as a fairy face, and the eyebrows are like willows, even more than peach blossoms. Full of cherry blue embroidered silk palace shoes, completely without losing the atmosphere. Elegant, charming and graceful. As a lining, the temples have eyes like stars, and the fat window powder collapses. A little demon, I didn't see coquetry reddish mop sleeves, water-green double-dish drizzle cold silk skirt, light pink double-flow Su light robe, tied her fragile waist with white brocade belt, and gently held a pink butterfly embroidered handkerchief in her hand. Wu Ran is charming, talking and laughing, but he has little manners. The wind is nowhere to be found, but the projection of fiber wind falls like dust. The flower mole born between the eyebrows is as proud as the red plum in winter.

Eyes like water, but with a cold voice, seems to be able to see through everything, slender fingers, skin like coagulate fat, white with powder, seems to be able to screw out water. A pair of lips, smiling, like dancing. Long hair is black and shiny. When the hair is untied, it dances with the wind, emitting fragrance, thin waist, slender limbs, refined temperament like a fairy, wearing a white coat, covered with dark lines of rusty butterflies, and a butterfly tassel carved on the forehead, emitting faint light. Emei is light and clear, but still wearing a lavender dress. That is, waist-length hair is flying all over the sky because of the wind, and a few strands of hair are flying naughtily in front. There is no decoration on the head, just a light blue ribbon that gently binds a strand of hair. Wearing a necklace around her neck makes her skin as white as snow, like a fairy falling from the sky. She smiles, confuses Yangcheng and falls in love with Cai. A sky-blue bracelet lies on her wrist casually, making her skin white, tender and shiny. Eyes are pure as water, occasionally with a little melancholy, giving people a feeling of being out of reach. The red mouth puckered slightly, giving people a delicate feeling.

The ink pupil is light and dense, stroking the jade bracelet between the wrists, such as the thin lips of cherries, which evokes a charming smile. March wind blows the sleeves, and a river of smoke shines. If you talk about the national color, it is not enough to pour the world. It's just a graceful figure, with some inexplicable sadness in the eyebrows and eyes, and light makeup on the face, but it's more beautiful than any lead China. Wearing a light blue dress with simple colors and floral decorations is elegant and refined, which is beautiful. Light blue silk dress, embroidered with plum blossoms on the material with dark blue silk thread, extends from the skirt to the waist, adding a little coolness. A plain wide belt tightens the waist, showing a graceful figure. Wearing a light blue open gauze dress outside, loosely over her shoulders. The neckline of the cuff is edged with blue silk thread, and the hollowed-out butterfly pattern is just opposite to the plum blossom in the clothes. As people walk, it gently shakes, just like a real butterfly dancing, and every move produces a sparkling sense of flow in the gauze. 3,000 troubled silks are tied into a bun, decorated with only one hairpin, which is faintly weak and charming. The willow eyebrows are painted with carbon black, which makes the skin white and delicate, and the smart eyes shine in the eye movement. The application of pink rouge makes the skin appear white and red, and the lips are simply painted with light red lips, which is charming and lovely. In the afternoon, Yan Fang was awakened by the wind, embroidered with pink skirts of two butterflies, and the beads were tied in a bun with green silk, with a little blush between her eyebrows. Make-up is right. When you mention a skirt, you straighten your back, which is exactly what the sentence says: Get rid of mud and not stick to it, and keep yourself clean.

The skin color is like snow, the figure is graceful and the face is like a fairy. It looks like an empty valley and a secluded orchid, as clear as Ling Bo daffodils. With a faint mist rhyme. Beauty is dignified, heroic and lovely. From a distance, to a close look, there is a kind of charm oozing from the bones. Those who fall on earth don't eat fireworks. Tsinghua bearing, elegant demeanor. People dare not stare. Look up at the green hills and look back at the sunset glow. Elegant and extraordinary, like a fairy falling into the dust. Wearing a white gauze dress gives people a clear and transparent feeling, and there is a light purple gauze belt on the shoulder. A gust of wind blows, and the dust is elegant, just like a fairy coming down to earth. On a windless day, the gauze belt clings to the body, reflecting its delicate and meticulous figure to the fullest. Like the faint white orchid at the bottom of the valley, it exudes alienation and loneliness from its bones, so it can make people feel distressed and painful.

Dressed in a white house suit with Su Jin flowers inlaid with silver clouds and pink pears, the waist is crocheted with pale goose yellow and concentric knots, and the waist is slender and awkward. Skirts are flying, pleated pears are covered with clouds and mud, golden fire is hidden, funny silks and satins are dragged all over the floor, covered with a faint layer of goose yellow smoke and soft crepe, and people sit sideways, making people look hazy. Put your hand gently on your knee, and an ancient silver dog egg kite is hollowed out on your wrist, revealing the vicissitudes of life. The woman's face is beautiful, the country is beautiful and the eyebrows are slightly blue. There are a few clouds in the corner of my eye. The golden eyelashes are long and curved, which cast a beautiful shadow on my eyes. The pearl eyeliner is silver.

Action article:

Plain muscle is innocent and comes to Yuli Yaochi at dawn. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up. Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance. Even so, the old fragrance is pale, the flowers are not like it, and people are gaunt. 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. Dance back to tea and sing sad songs. The hall is brightly lit and the seats are beautiful, even if the figure is mottled, it will shed a shade. The breeze blowing through the branches added a bit of coolness.

A thrilling flute sounded, the girls danced with long sleeves, countless delicate petals danced gently between heaven and earth, and the fragrant flowers were fascinating. These hundreds of beautiful women have blossoming buds scattered around. In Rain Flower, a beautiful girl in white appears like an empty valley and a secluded orchid. With her graceful and ethereal dance, the wide sleeves open and close to cover up, which sets off her graceful appearance. Everyone was so absorbed in her beautiful dance that they almost forgot to breathe. The girl's beautiful eyes were filled with expectation, and everyone present was heartbroken, thinking that she was looking at herself.

Then the flute suddenly turned sharply, and the girl took her right foot as the axis. Gently relax the long sleeves, and the charming body will rotate with it, turning faster and faster. Suddenly fly from the ground. Hundreds of beautiful women formed a circle, jade hands waved and dozens of blue ribbons were blown away. There seems to be blue waves in the hall, and the girl flies to the ribbon, with light steps and fluttering clothes, just like a fairy. Applause thundered in the hall, and the voices of surprise and admiration were endless.

The flute is getting faster and faster, and her posture is dancing faster and faster. The jade hand is lingering, the skirt is flying, a pair of misty eyes still want to talk, and time flies. The whole person is like a flower separated from the fog, hazy, flashing beautiful colors, but so far away ... she dances lightly, as light as a swallow, as light as a cloud, and her arms are as soft as nothing.

There is a graceful woman with a white shirt, a delicate face, dyed black hair and an elegant color fan. If the fairy is like a spirit, the water is like a dream. A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror. Under the moon, women sometimes raise their wrists and lower their eyebrows, and sometimes touch Shu Yun's hand. The fan in her hand is folded up and held high, like a pen-and-ink painter in Youlong. She is elegant and vigorous. The music is clear to the ear, the fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen, such as string, rotation, swing, opening, closing, twisting, circle and song, and the running water is like a dragonfly flying.