1, she danced like a beautiful butterfly and twisted like a graceful wicker. The beautiful scenery is intoxicating.

2. Suddenly, the sleeves will swing and dance. It seems that there are countless petals falling in the air, swaying and dragging, holding a ray of agarwood.

3. The robe is as snowy as frost, with the bright red lotus pattern treated by the devil on the wide long cuffs, long silver hair fluttering in the wind, and a flawless face. A pair of silver eyes are as clear and deep as the water under the moon, and a crimson crescent mark between the eyebrows makes the whole face look a bit noble and arrogant.

4, the dust is like a fairy, standing proudly, like a fairy, making 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.

5, there are graceful women, white shirts, delicate faces, black hair dyed, elegant color fans. If a fairy is like a spirit, water is like a dream. A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror, and under the moon, women sometimes raise their wrists and sometimes lower their eyebrows.

Sometimes Shu Yun touches his hand lightly, and the fan in his hand is folded up and held high, like a pen walking away from a painter in Youlong, with a cool breeze, elegant and vigorous. The music is clear to the ear, the fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen, like a silk string, turning, swinging, opening, closing, twisting, round and bending, and the running water is like a dragonfly flying.

6. They walk gracefully with their partners with great enthusiasm and tacit understanding.

7. She danced like a beautiful butterfly and twisted like an elegant wicker. The beautiful scenery is intoxicating.

8, a little red lips on the powder surface, looking shy. Beauty is like pink peach petals, and manners are like blue.

9. Beaded tassels rotate and stars shake, while 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.

10, the flute is getting louder and louder, and her posture is dancing faster and faster. The jade hand lingers gently, the skirt flies, a pair of misty eyes want to say goodbye, and time flies. The whole person is like a flower separated from the fog, hazy and ethereal, flashing beautiful colors, but it is so out of reach.