This woman is wearing a simple white gauze skirt, and her black hair is submissively put down, only a few strands of jade-colored Hosta are lightly provoked. Her skin is better than snow, her eyes are picturesque, she is elegant and refined, and she is beautiful and natural. She seems to be a fairy who strayed into the dust and got a little bit of dust. Just one look will make people suddenly lose their minds.
In the distance, a slender figure stands alone in the morning glow, dressed in white, better than snow. Under the irradiation of the rising sun, the whole person is like a fairy who has fallen into the world of mortals for nine days, and his clothes are fluttering, as if he would go with the wind at any time.
A woman's white face looks like beautiful eyes embedded in it. The eyebrows are just right, the thin two lips become a beautiful arc, and there is a smile on the beautiful face. Dressed in a long white gauze dress, she is elegant and refined, giving people a clear and transparent feeling, as if she were an out-of-touch fairy.
The woman's face is beautiful, her muscles are as white as snow, and she is dressed in white and spotless. She sat by the window, looking far away, and her eyes fell to the wilderness outside the door. There is longing in her clear eyes. There is a faint smile on her lips, and her whole body exudes an elegant and peaceful atmosphere, such as the lily quietly blooming in the valley and the delicate and white flowers smiling silently in the wind. She vaguely exudes a powerful charm and fascination, which is fascinating.
I saw a girl in white walking slowly through the corridor outside the hall. The faint sunshine shone on her pale face, so cold that the sunshine seemed to turn into moonlight. Tears for you took a few steps under her eyelashes, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Her footsteps were light, and she swept the corridor like floating on the water, never looking at everyone in the hall.
The woman has a good appearance, slim figure, swallowtail hair, good figure and graceful posture, and is dressed in a white robe. She shines under the candlelight scattering, is full of fairy air, and is cold and elegant, just like a beautiful fairy who falls from the sky without eating fireworks.
Women's white clothes are fluttering, like ink hair, simply wearing a flying fairy bun, and a few full and round pearls are randomly dotted in the hair. A green hairpin is as green as water, with fluttering clothes and light posture. I saw her beautiful, elegant and beautiful, and her face was beautiful. She looked up and looked back. Elegant and extraordinary, like a fairy falling into the dust.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, the girl is dressed in white, and Leng Yan's temperament is amazing. Her beauty is unparalleled in the world. Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, and her lips are not painted. If her lips are painted with sand, she is very elegant. Her whole person is like a cloud, and her beauty is not contaminated with any dust. Like the most holy snow lotus in the mountains, it is refined and beautiful.
She wore a veil-like long white dress, as if she were in smoke and fog, and her whole body was covered with a faint layer of smoke and fog, which seemed real and unreal, but she was not a mortal, except that her long hair hung down like a waterfall, and her whole body was white. Brilliant, beautiful and charming, people can't take their eyes off. Beautiful and elegant, beautiful and charming, smiling like the first child of a different flower, beautiful jade is dizzy and bright.
A woman's long skirt that sweeps the floor wins the snow, is elegant and unique, and looks extremely beautiful. Her long hair drifted away with the wind, shining under the candlelight scattering, filled with fairy dust, brilliant silver clouds shining on the earth, cool and elegant, just like a beautiful fairy falling from the sky without eating fireworks.
Dressed in a milky white dress, she is refined and refined, folding her waist with tiny steps, showing off her slim wrists and dry yarn, and her words and deeds are dignified and refined. Her hair is black as paint, her skin is jade, and her eyes are expecting, but her eyes are cold and indifferent. If she is really as clean as ice and snow, she is as cold as ice and snow. I really don't know whether she is happy or angry, sad or happy.
The girl wore a thin white cloth, as if in the fog. She looks about 16 or 17 years old. Except for her black hair, her whole body is white, her face is beautiful and unique, and her skin is pale and abnormal.
Women's clothes are like snow, black as ink, slender and slim, and white clothes flutter in the wind, rising and falling like fairies. Her ethereal eyes are silent, her cold outline is covered with dust, and her mouth is smiling, smiling at all beings.
I saw a girl wearing a white gauze shirt, slim, with her face facing the flower tree, like the purest pear flower, free from vulgarity, falling to the world, with long hair hanging over her vest and gently held by a silver ribbon. Looking at her back, he only felt that there seemed to be a misty light cage beside the girl, which seemed unreal, but it was really not human.
The woman's snow-white skin is perfectly blended with the plain white gauze skirt. The skirt folds like snow, and the moonlight flows lightly on the ground, like a white elf who doesn't know fireworks. Everything around her seems to be eclipsed, and white breath is flowing in the air.
In the moonlight, except for the long hair hanging down like a waterfall, the woman is white and ethereal, beautiful and unique, with a slightly upturned face exquisite and transparent, calm and gentle black eyes overflowing without waves, but unpredictable as the deep sea.