Shen's third daughter-in-law picked up the long skirt and gestured it to her body, and this feeling of focus made her very useful.

This long dress cost her eight yuan to buy, and it was very high-quality.

She originally wanted to take it home and enjoy it slowly every night, but she didn't expect to show off in front of outsiders by chance.

But it's really cool!

She swept away the decadence in the early stage, and her whole person was radiant, and she looked a little more gorgeous.

Looking at Shen's third daughter-in-law who was smiling like a big-mouthed monkey, He Juan only felt that her braincase hurt.

It turns out that the third brother and sister can kill themselves if they are stupid, I really want to say that I don't know her!

"The colors and styles of the skirts are very good, but they don't match people, and I always feel very strange. ”

"Yes, yes, it's just a strange feeling. Speaking of which, this dress is indeed a first-class product, and it will definitely not be able to buy it for a few dollars. ”

"Seeing that this aunt doesn't look like a wealthy person in clothes, why is she willing to spend so much money to buy a dress?"

Shen's third daughter-in-law shook her head, trying to keep herself awake. "This cloth is ......"

She was dazed, and before she could say a word, she yawned.

"I look like the craftsmanship of Zhangjiabuzhuang. ”

"Third aunt, I really didn't want to please you. ”

The joy in Shen Xue's eyes made Shen Xiu's mood brighter, it turned out that it was good to help others.

I want to hook up with my dad, but now I still want to hook up with my daughter's cousin's fiancé, so I'm not ashamed!

Suppose I were the ice on the mountain

I will dance leisurely in the glory of time

In every dawn brought by the sun from the nine heavens

I would gaze intently at the endless flow of the river at the foot of the mountain

and the hexagonal snowflakes flying in the sky on those windy and noisy days......

Then, I chose death

Immerse yourself completely into the glacier

Even the cold ability given by the god was given to the river

Until I left the mountains and encountered the ocean

The rush was so exhausting

But I don't want to endure the loneliness of the cold in the heights anymore

So I didn't go to sleep

Instead, choose to move on

The moment I met you

I sang the songs of my soul as much as I could

Ocean, I think I love you

So at the top of the mountain, he unreservedly contributed everything he had

Just blend into your wide body without hesitation

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The brocade flowers are clustered, stubbornly blooming in the rainy and misty days, gorgeous like the curved rainbow in the blue sky. Xia Hua slipped from the distant sky, falling to the ground quickly or slowly, becoming a little wanton.

You came from the thick books, and the bronze giant gate that traveled through the years with your unique artistic conception settled in my dream slowly and quietly. The tediousness of floating life has become the norm, and they greedily enjoy the rare peace of soul in the endless whirlpool.

So he took a handful of water and cleaned his hands, hugged a beautiful collection of poems in the orchid fragrance that lingered on the tip of his nose, and went up the river along the annual ring of history, reluctant to wake up.

Tell what you say, feel what you have suffered, hear what you think, and know what you sigh. In the years of knowing each other, I fell in love with you who are ever-changing but eternal.

Who are you? You are poetry, you are song, you are the beauty that all kinds of historical dust want to chase with all their hearts!

The meeting in the years, aside from the regret and missing out, is only fortunate to meet. The first meeting with you was on the glittering sea, when the young child did not know what he loved. The thickness of the paper of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" turned into the weight of the shoulders of childhood, so the mood of meeting you for the first time is really not happy.

After knowing the etiquette and reasoning, the little boy looked at the dazzling starry sky from afar, picked up the poetry shells of the literary sea coastline, and muttered "I also have the good heart of the heart, although I have not regretted it after nine deaths", and imagined the peerless style of the poet Qu Yuan, who was flying and pacing in his skirt on the bank of the Miluo River. Later, a heart immersed in the long river of time gradually attracted to you, obsessed with the long journey to follow your footsteps.

In the Wenfang jade case, whose name is engraved on the paperweight on the rice paper?

When driving and traveling, whose soulmate is the disappointment in the conversation?

When I dreamed back at midnight, whose lovesickness was contained in the string of hot tears under the pillow?

When tossing and turning, whose emotion is contained in the little bit after lifting the pen?

When the belly is full of joy, whose secret words are hidden in the melancholy between the joy?

When there are relatives in the heart, whose regrets are buried in the Tang and Song dynasties when they hesitate?

If the situation gives you half of your body of sorrow and half of your body of sorrow, why not wash away the heavy layers of lead, and carry a pure heart to merge into us through the guidance of poetry. In the vicissitudes of thousands of years of history, do a float through the past, witness the bizarre stories and emotions in the distant years of ink dyeing, and use simple pen and paper to record and express the voice of this year......

There are travelers in the sea, and the pen is a scholar.

Poetry is spirited, and the world is romantic.

White clouds, in the breeze,

The rain breaks the long street, and the umbrella reflects the face. Before the end, freeze time. The silhouette is light, don't dream of the terminal. Love in the ancient city, under the wild goose pagoda, by the Ba River. Ordinary night, hazy light, seems to have come, memories turn back. Pouring lovesickness, slow brewing love. It's non-stopping, ticking, sliding along the window.

Born fast

The ups and downs of the frogs are solitaire, and the Yangtze River is vast and envious. Fenghua continues the dream of Yangzhou, and the elixir is only stored in the Toad Gui Palace. Ninety-two years of respect for the elderly, three hundred and one room hidden immortals. Listen to the song of Concubine Xiang tonight, and forget that the world belongs to Qingfeng.

Fireworks

The night is a line of red, and thousands of petals are thrown into the deep sky. Zeng believed that he could be forever, obsessed, and his original intention was to close his eyes. The burning of the Chinese sky sounds, reverberates, buries the whispers in the moonlight. Settle down who sows seeds, leaves dreams, and the residual smoke is hazy.

After the Qingpingle movie was dispersed

The moon moves closer. Traces of light in the alleys. Gu ejaculated an inch of fragrant muscles. The wind is hot and the tide is kissed. Sit side by side for a long time. I have taught my heart to know everything. Specially tonight's shirt is thin, and I see pity for the soft waist.

Qingpingle Big Wild Goose Pagoda

Soft and boneless. At first glance, I feel warm and supposed. Look at the heart of the sky and the full moon. Bright shavings outline the eyebrows. The evening breeze blows through the long street. Clearly come from a dream. Bubble colorful memories. The fragrance is still in people's arms.

Heavenly Fairy Memories of Gu Su

The people in the water alley live in a row. A wave of smoke went to dream. Buy flowers and wine juvenile tour, Pingjiang Road, Jingu Road. In the past, the garden forest flourished. The girl who closes the door at night. Walk through the wine hall and the music house. The bullet tone is easy to sell souls, Wu Niang, and soft language. Sing the millennium wind and moon sentences.

Xingxiangzi Rainy Night Memories of Xi'an

The rain breaks the long street, and the umbrella reflects the face. Before the end, freeze time. The silhouette is light, don't dream of the terminal. Love in the ancient city, under the wild goose pagoda, by the Ba River. Ordinary night, hazy light, seems to have come, memories turn back. Pouring lovesickness, slow brewing love. It's non-stopping, ticking, sliding along the window.

Born fast

The ups and downs of the frogs are solitaire, and the Yangtze River is vast and envious. Fenghua continues the dream of Yangzhou, and the elixir is only stored in the Toad Gui Palace. Ninety-two years of respect for the elderly, three hundred and one room hidden immortals. Listen to the song of Concubine Xiang tonight, and forget that the world belongs to Qingfeng.