-{wearing a thin skirt with silver-plated flowers and dark clouds, the skirt swings gently with the broken steps of the lotus, the onion fingers caress the moss, the silver-plated embroidered cuffs slide slightly, the arms are as white as lotus roots, and a silver ribbon is tied around the waist. The hanging tail seems to be wrapped around the hand, dancing lightly with the wind, which is really beautiful. The thin collarbone is slightly exposed, which complements the plum blossom at the neckline and is fresh and elegant.
-{impeccable cheeks look rosy under the oblique light of the warm sun, a pair of arch eyebrows, proud phoenix eyes, small and beautiful nose, red lips and a little makeup}
-{The hair of the hair is tied into a curly hair, and the rest of the hair is slightly tilted over the shoulder, which is very untidy and elegant. The most striking thing is the moon-holding hairpin, which is inserted obliquely between moss and is crescent-shaped, but it is also very special.
imperial concubine
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. A slightly elegant silk palace shoe full of cherry blue embroidery, completely without losing the atmosphere. Elegant, charming and graceful. As a lining, the temples have eyes like stars, and the fat window powder collapses. There is a slight evil, but I didn't see the coquettish light red sleeve double-breasted tulle skirt, water-green double-plate drizzle cold silk water skirt, and light pink Shuangliu Su light robe. I tied my fragile waist with a white brocade belt and gently held a handkerchief embroidered by one side. 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 talk, seems to be able to see through everything, slender fingers, skin like jelly, pink in white, seems to be able to twist the water, a pair of lips, smiling, every move seems to be dancing, long hair black, hair untied, hair dancing with the wind, emitting a fragrance, slender waist, slender limbs, there is a fairy-like refined temperament, wearing a white dress. In the faint light, Emei was gently swept away, but it was still difficult to hide its amazing face. She wore a lavender dress and a white veil, which vividly reflected her beautiful figure. 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, touching the jade bracelet between the wrists, such as the thin lips of Sakura evoking a feminine smile, and the March wind blows the sleeves, and a river of smoke and water shines. If you talk about national color, it is not enough to pour the world. However, it is graceful, with some inexplicable sadness and light makeup wrapped in her brow, but it is more beautiful than any elegant and beautiful lead flower wearing a light blue dress with simple colors and flowers. 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 cuffs 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, showing white and delicate skin, 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, the wind woke Yanfang up, embroidered with a pink skirt with two butterflies, and Liu Yueji with beaded green silk, with a little blush between her eyebrows. Make-up is right, lift the skirt, hold your head high, and respond to the sentence "get rid of the mud, get rid of the lotus, get rid of the demon".
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 lavender gauze belt on the shoulder. A gust of wind blows, and the dust is elegant, just like a fairy coming down to earth. On windless days, the gauze belt clings to the body, and its delicate and meticulous figure is vividly reflected. For example, a faint white orchid exudes loneliness from its bones, and standing quietly in front of it can make people feel distressed and painful.
Temptation category:
Sandy's fingers were stained with chlordane, and she looked at the mirror and lips. There are some inexplicable sadness and light makeup in her eyebrows, but her appearance is better than any lead China. Purplish lips, along the upper corners of the mouth, are just a precious meaning. Just a little mention. It's like accidentally dyeing the haze, tidying up a simple and elegant hair, picking up the red one and sipping it gently. The ink pupil caressed the jade bracelet between the wrists faintly, such as the thin lips of Sakura evoking a charming soft smile, and the breeze blew in March. If you talk about national color, it is not enough to pour the world. However, it is Manman's natural posture, the breeze passing through the middle of the lake, the swaying of thousands of flowers, the fragrance of sleeping chrysanthemums in wild paths, the weakness of roses to dust, the love of flowers and the madness of the night, and countless residual flowers. I smiled quietly, sitting in front of the mirror to stir up dust, my lips were out of reach, my eyes were slightly raised, and my eyes were dripping with subtle charm.
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:
The frosted glass inlaid with gold Wusu hair clasp glowed with golden light, and the shallow starlight dazzled the eyes and corners of the mouth, lingering in the eyes, blushing with faint light, walking slowly on the gravel road, with a faint fragrance at the corners of the mouth, waving wide sleeves, raising eyebrows and talking.
Smile, eyes moving, a wave of his hand, a faint tone floating on his lips, but it seems to contain everything, and there is a luxurious atmosphere in indifference.
She has a beautiful smile on her face, her hair is fiddled with in the wind, and her delicate hands are gently pulled up, looking like a gentle little fairy, smiling.
",lips gently took a sip of tea, put it in its original position, mouth still waving tea, suddenly smell to abuse, silent way:
Outline a bloodthirsty smile, speaking out of turn way:
The pupil is broken, and the ink is washed and printed. Lips slightly open
Lips are light, breath is blue, teeth are white, just right. Looking at it, I suddenly feel love.
When I heard this, I panicked and knelt on the ground in pain, just like a hard whip. This scar extended all the way to my heart and lungs ... After a while, tears appeared in my eyes and rolled to the tip of my heart ..., paused and said.
The faint smile on the lip corner masks the luxury in the eyes.
Talent:
(drawing)
The continuous spring breeze, swaying flowers, the fragrance of begonia sleeping in the wild path, the weakness of roses dumping dust, the crazy talk of flowers all night, countless residual flowers laying on the floor, getting up, pavilions, Xie Haitang, green dock, winding water, bamboo water wave reflection, winding cloisters, hidden dew, cinnabar painting petals; Dip in autumn fragrance and paint birds, and dip in frost color; Dip in rouge and wipe red lips, dip in white jade; Snails dip their eyebrows, crows get green eyes; Clothes soaked in silver, cinnabar, bracelets and wrists soaked in red gold; The belt is dipped in tooth color and the hair is dipped in dark black; The lotus root dipped in it is a wreath, and the emerald dipped in it is a Hosta; Feet and arms dipped in jade, golden lotus dipped in amber; Dip in water and green to show the lake, dip in flowers and draw some ripples; Soak green as a dome, soak stone and paint grass and moss; Soak rosewood in the desk and chair, and china white in the teacup. Farewell, farewell with a smile on your lips, like a river that has just melted ice and snow. Her eyes, gradually darkening and shining.
(Dance)
Jumping up, the bamboo branches are light, the moss is stained with ink, and the colorful fans are elegant. If the fairy is spiritual, the water seems to come from 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. 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. It's still the same sentence: old fragrance is light powder, flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. 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 is a shade. The breeze blowing through the branches added a bit of coolness. The corners of the mouth blew away a smile.
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 the rain and flowers, a beautiful girl in white appeared like an empty valley. 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. 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.