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 folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen, such as a silk string, turning, swinging, opening, closing, twisting, round and bending, and the running water is flying like a dragonfly.

Pink face has a little red lips, and I am still ashamed of my desire for words. Beauty is like pink peach petals, and manners are like blue.

A bright yellow flowing long skirt, with waterfalls on the edge of dark hair, and a faint smile on her elegant face.

Out of the dust, like a fairy, standing proudly, like a fairy, people dare not stare. A long purple dress floated in the wind and a long hair poured down. Purple clothes are like flowers, and swords are better than snow. It is infinitely beautiful and elegant, noble and unique.

This is a description of a woman.

Snow-colored robes are like frost, with bright red Li Anyun patterns on the wide long cuffs, long silver hair flying in the wind, flawless face, a pair of silver eyes, clear and deep water flowing under the moon, and a crimson crescent mark between the eyebrows, which makes the whole face look somewhat noble and arrogant.

There is no fluctuation in the quiet eyes, like an ice lake that lasts for two thousand years, but the slightly raised corners of the mouth outline a smile.