Two curved eyebrows are like frowning, but not frowning.
A pair of eyes that look happy but are not.
The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly. When you are free, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, and when you act, it looks like a weak willow tree. The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west. The rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus.
Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water.
When you are in the flowers, you should be angry and happy, wandering by the pool, if you fly, if you fly.
Moths are smiling, but they can't speak. Lianbu is moving, waiting to stop.
Xianbi
Good quality, pure and smooth, envious of his fine clothes and shining articles.
Most of all, looking back and smiling, all kinds of customs around the eyebrows.
Blush, earrings and pearls swaying.
The cloud is soaked in ink, and the head is stuck in the phoenix.
The green onion and jade fingers are like orchids, and the three-inch golden lotus is like a gold ingot.
Cloud sleeves lightly move butterfly dance, slim waist slowly twist silk sash.
He is loved by a handsome face, a fragrant Zhuo and a beautiful woman with a pleasant attitude.
In fact, it is snowing in Chun Mei. Because it is clean, autumn chrysanthemums are frosted. Because it is quiet, the pine tree is empty.
If it is gorgeous, it reflects the pond. If it is literature, it swims in the winding swamp.
What is its god, the moon?
Shoot the Han River. You should be ashamed of writing, but you should be ashamed of Wang Qiang.
That's all, hope to adopt!