Suddenly, I heard a burst of footsteps, accompanied by a crisp sound, and the air turned into a faint fragrance. I will be honored to see an elegant Wen Zi in full dress. She looks graceful and beautiful, peerless, just like Xizi reborn and the goddess reappeared, and the whole person is full of extraordinary charm.
She leans on the stone bench alone, like jade in the firelight, like a new moon fainting, like a flower tree piling snow, with a gorgeous posture, quiet posture and gentle posture. When her language is charming and delicate, she is gorgeous.
There is a young girl sitting in the curtain, wearing auspicious clothes and a crown of twelve flowers. When he turned on the feather fan, a little face of Zhang Huali appeared. Black hair is like a cloud, snow skin is like porcelain, eyebrows are long and small, face is thin and waist is slender. Under the bright red candle, a pair of affectionate almond eyes are misty, as if they were tolerated. Wang is in tears.
She has a graceful figure, dressed in colorful clothes, and her attire is swaying with the wind. Her unique appearance reveals ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings, with curved moth eyebrows, bright eyes and bright lips, showing two rows of neat white teeth, and a little smile on her mouth, which is charming and moving.
She is slim and comely, with black hair hanging over her shoulders and looks as smooth as a waterfall. There is a little shyness on the slightly green face. Under the curved eyebrows, my eyes are clear as water, my cheeks glow faintly, and there are two shallow dimples in my mouth, with a smile.
Her skin is better than snow, and her eyes are still like clear water. Looking around, she has an elegant and luxurious temperament, which makes people feel ashamed and dare not blaspheme. But the spirit of coldness and arrogance lacks resources.
There is quite a fascinating state in sports, and people can't help it.
Today, she wore a silk coat embroidered with moire patterns, one with a bunch of butterflies and flowers on it, a white and red satin skirt on the bottom, and a soft wool brocade cloak. In the moonlight, the world of stained glass is like a blooming red plum. She is gentle and graceful with a slender waist. Although she wore a mask, she was smoking all the way. Attracted the attention of many young lang.
One wore a white lotus tube top embroidered with pale pink, and a hundred flowers mopping skirt around her waist. Holding hands in the misty smoke, mopping the floor with green gauze, windy and foggy sideburns, beaded hairpins and a touch of gold between the eyebrows are really stunning beauties.