2. Sleeping with a face of spring water like jelly, Bai Mudan soft gauze, wrapped white smoke cage, plum blossom and friedensreich hundertwasser skirt, wearing soft smoke, is really a bit greasy and crisp.
3. There are talented people in the south who dance with a light green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers. Graceful as Lan Diancui, Wan Ru Youlong leads. The more gorgeous you are, the more Bai Wuji stops. . Second: the slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture is over. Low wave, chaotic snow lingering in the wind. Time flow when falling? I want to go back to the sky. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.
4. Plain muscles are clean and innocent, and small jade breaks the jade pool. Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up. It's too fluid to flip, and dancing is charming. Even the old incense is pale pink, unlike the flowers, and people are gaunt. I want to call fairy Ling Bo. Boating thousands of miles away. Just worry about remembering, the ice curtain is half-hidden, Ming? Fell down 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.
5. Pearl tassels rotate and stars shake, and Hua Teng amuses 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.
6. Dance to find the shadow. What is it like? Smart, elegant, elegant, smart, flying like a pipa, as elegant as light snowflakes all over the sky, as elegant as a fairy growing lotus step by step. Singing and dancing with her long eyebrows, eyes, fingers and waist; She has flowers in her bun and a pleated skirt around her waist; With light steps and ringing bells, she slowly danced the joys and sorrows of the poem like a light cloud and a whirlwind.
7. A pink rose-scented robe and sleeve top, covered with a loose-flowered green gauze skirt, tied with a big bow of soft gold thread at the waist, with jade hairpin and Feng Chai inserted obliquely in the sideburns, showing a slender and enchanting figure.
8. Dance is the rhythm of your pulse, heartbeat, breathing and life. It is also an expression of happiness, joy, sadness and envy of time and action.
9. 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.
10. Dance is a rhythmic step, just as poetry is a rhythmic style.
1 1. Then the beautiful melody sounded, the cloud sleeve waved gently, and the butterfly danced with the music. The graceful figure seemed like a dancing butterfly, swaying in the air like a bunch of flowers, and twisting with the rhythm of the wind. The sweet smile always rippled on the little face, like a lotus flower in summer, with a beautiful waist and charming charm, and even the skirt rippled into a long wind. The beauty of the mess is doubtful. It was the fairy Chang 'e who turned and shot a swallow at the end of the song. The most important thing was that she looked back and smiled. At the end of the song, she stood up and breathed her hair with her hands.
12. A light green dress with light blue peony embroidered on the cuffs, a few auspicious clouds hooked with silver silk thread, a row of blue sea clouds at the hem, and a wide light yellow brocade wrapped around the chest. The body gently rotates the long skirt to unfold, and the posture is elegant as the wind blows the willows. The wind bun shows the temples, the eyebrows and eyes sweep lightly with spring, and the skin is as fine as wenyu and as soft as greasy. The two strands of hair on my cheeks gently brushed with the wind, adding a bit of attractive amorous feelings, while my smart eyes turned smartly, somewhat naughty, somewhat naughty, wearing a light green dress, clutching my waist tightly, so innocent and so out of touch.