Xuanyue mysteriously lifted off slowly and reflected on a woman through the branches. This woman is really beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth. Her eyebrows painted with flowers on the other side are very sad, but not sad. The corners of her mouth evoke a trace of ridicule, like a sneer, and her eyes are full of sadness and despair. Her waist-long hair was tied with white ribbons at will, and she danced in the moonlight. The white gauze clothes fluttered with the wind, making her whole body white.
3. A thrilling flute is blowing, the girls are dancing with long sleeves, countless delicate petals are dancing gently between heaven and earth, and the fragrant flowers are fascinating. These hundreds of beautiful women have blossoming buds scattered around. In the rain flower, a beautiful girl in white appeared like an empty valley and a secluded orchid. With her graceful and ethereal dance and wide sleeves, her beautiful face is set off. 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. Jade hands are lingering, skirts are flying, a pair of misty eyes 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 bones.
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, like a silk string, turning, swinging, opening, closing, twisting, round and bending, and the running water is like a dragonfly flying.