Roselle

Its shape is also, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and fluttering is like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. (Cao Zhi)

In a brilliant white light, the rich scenery around slowly rises, blending into the white clouds on the horizon, and the bright brilliance washes away the splendor of the earth. The breeze around is blowing gently, but the white clouds on the horizon are not moving, it quietly overflows with dazzling brilliance, with the colorful Danxia as the neon dress, the dream of the millennium presents a magnificent scene.

The green waves of spring water at that glance integrate the form of flowers and plants into the shadow of the soft waves, wandering and clutching each other, and in an instant, they are all gone, a little mist ethereal.

Luoshen, her gaze is like a rainbow in the night, and her figure is like a lotus flower in summer, clear and dusty, but it is so jade and ice-clear. Her figure in the gurgling water waves, let the graceful demeanor and you reflect, she only needs to dance the cloud sleeves, the tender aquatic plants also follow the man dance, the cranes around them also chirped, the cloud shadow above the head gently swept by, the beautiful scenery drunk between the mountains and rivers, so that the brilliance of heaven and earth shined with a rainbow-like dream.

Just use the shades of pen and ink to blur away the past, and the picturesque scenes are like butterflies flying away between your fingers. I want to remember, the spring of that year is also as promised, she stroked the long qin, her hair drooped her shoulders, sat quietly on the ancient pavilion, Tao Ran's music shook the sky, sometimes euphemistic and low, sometimes crisp and bright, wisps lingered in the ears, and the smart and jumping notes transcended the endless red dust, Ling Fei in Kunlun. Suddenly, a thousand times and again, between the vast heaven and earth, there was a mysterious music. Flying fiber refers to the reincarnation of ice and snow, if Chunlan confides in the secluded fragrance, containing the streamer of heaven and earth, and the dragon of the sun and the moon. Cut the autumn water in Weiyang, hurt Qin Huai's old dream. Listen to the pine wind into the green clouds, the seal text of the diving fish and dragon. Fuqing Spring to boil, Ming Yuluan's Jinse, combined with the silk tong in the ancient tune, play the last sound of Xuanyuan. Surrounded by the rest of the disk, the ups and downs, the sound of the golden stone. The staggered Yiyi, the wind and clouds surge, the depth of the ten thousand trees, and the vastness of the rivers and seas. Gradually enter the infinite of freshness and distance, and enter the realm of transformation, like wisps of heaven and endless curling.

On the shore of Luoshui, she was bathed in the misty smoke and rain, looking radiant but looking back with affection. Born beautiful, cloud bun and eyebrows, the king of the world can't help but fall for it, is deeply attracted, gives birth to continuous love, and is completely immersed in a magical and beautiful artistic conception. This is the most subtle love that comes with the wonderful ultimate romance. On the surface of the river, the clouds and fog disperse in an instant, and the flowers and rain fly one after another, reflecting a peerless appearance. The bright light made her even more beautiful, a charming smile appeared on her cheeks, her quiet eyes contained inadvertent shyness, and her expression was solemn and charming. Walking and wandering alone, she wore a silk gauze skirt like a mist, wearing peiyu, stepping on the literary shoes of the cloud and water pattern, and the faint fragrance of orchids wafted on her body.

She strolled on the shore of Luoshui, and her intoxicating affectionate gaze inadvertently drifted down her thoughts, making everyone around her crazy!

The leaves are green, like in the middle of the water, Laneige is beautiful, and the aftermath is beautiful. She is like a graceful and delicate Jiangnan woman, looking forward to lingering, and quietly sending the endless feelings in her heart to the county king of the world. She clearly only loves the only person in her heart, but she is inseparable, so she can only sigh that people and gods have different paths, and she hurriedly left alone in a car driven by six dragons.

The smoke and waves are insignificant, leaving a grudge in vain, looking at the figure that is gradually drifting away, the amorous county king crosses the river and crosses the sea, and comes by boat, still reluctant to give up.

Luoshen, this love tune that has been passed down through the ages, makes people all over the world cry like rain......