Half-arm hanfu poems

I chose the first one and wrote it like a short story. As if bathed in the spring breeze, she came gracefully, with a silvery laugh, as if she were a fairy from the horizon. The emerald silk draped over her shoulders highlights her skin as jade as snow. She gently pressed her double bun with her left hand, which her mother combed in the morning. She squatted down gently, adjusted her skirt and adjusted her sleeves. Today is Qiqiao Festival, and it is also the first time that she and her mother came to Dabofu. My aunt's daughters and her cousins will all gather in this garden. Hey, who is my aunt's big cousin? Didn't we agree that Sister * * would wait here? She blushed and whispered to her maid, but no one answered. Seeing my cousin getting closer and closer, there is no such thing as a fan around him. She hurriedly picked up the silk and covered her face!