Sentences describing silk

Silk is a "noble" in textiles, rich and calm, and does not need painting. Its quality is its trademark, and it shines when it is born. Silk is reminiscent of the lake, breeze, gentle waves, round fans, jasmine, butterflies and bamboo in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Silk should belong to classical women, especially oriental women. Make a long-sleeved shirt, a long skirt hanging to the ground, a shawl, etc. Elegant and reserved, it can set off the taste of oriental women. It is precisely because diaosi, like a woman, is exquisite, can't be rude, and needs to be served with heart.

Weaving palindromes is a heavy brocade, and the demon nature of the country is gorgeous. Shuttles ring in the quiet night to promote spring, the leaves should be sparse, the flowers should be clever and dense. You can learn to write a sunflower by imitating a bird. Show too late, moths are eager for disease; At first glance, it is smashed into pieces, or turned into a horse. Words flow in spring, and precepts come out. So it is almost profound and clear; Zhu Yan began to think, and Jane began to understand. At the beginning, the suspected fragrant trees fell into the stream; Major General An Yan, if the sun shines on the bottom of the pool. The five long winds have not dispersed, and the flowers have been washed by light rain. You are exposed to the forest cliff and out of the spring hole; Turn slowly and the wind will slow down. Change back to phoenix slightly, and all the dances are phoenixes. A butterfly is far away, and Jiao Ying wants to make it. Taking advantage of the spring harvest, the king paid tribute. Its color is heavy and bright, green as forbidden willow and red as palace flower.

Silk, free from the fresh life, is the pure life of silkworm, and then karma will come to your side, complete another cocoon breaking, and then snuggle up next to you, know a lot of things in your heart and tell you herself silently. Silk is the sound of falling into eyelashes. When you are not listening, it tells itself that it is far away, lonely and beautiful without shadow.

Put on silk in the hot sun, and the summer heat will calm down all the way. Smooth skin, cool mood and clear head. At this time, the silk is like a fresh air floating on the blue lotus, with the smell of green, the smell of water, the smell of opening the window in the morning, and the joy in the eyes; Just like a strand of hair scattered between sleepy eyes, it gives you a loose grip on the bun you pick up at will.

At this time, you left your eyes, walked to the mountains and forests, and walked on the wet stone road with dew. Like water, silk wades into the wind with you, perhaps drifting away from your skin, so that you can breathe more lightly and comfortably at a little distance, and she is also immersed in joy and elegance. So, in this way, you have turned yourself into a Wei Yun and returned to some distant and beautiful places that have been restored.

When the weather is cool, filar silk will gradually fade away from the warm color, as calm as the unmanned water in the evening, and be swept away by the lightest wind, which looks like slow motion. Once empty, I can't see if that cloud is still underwater. The deeper the season, the thinner it will look, and the colder it will be. In fact, her coolest expression is just the distant flute sound in the mountains with the moon.

Silk, fade out some feelings, do not have to hold an oil-paper umbrella, sadly into the deep rain lane. The eyes are comfortable, not even bound, never bound. Elegant and euphemistic, pure and indifferent. She is neither charming nor beautiful.

With you, you can be rich or poor, you can be high-profile or bright, you can be lonely or silent. Even if a corner of the day is covered with moss, even if you are in the dark, or locked at the bottom of the cupboard, you must indulge in the worn-out old bronze mirror and the harsh sound of the phonograph. Outside the wooden lattice window, every generation has the smell of sunshine or wet and cold rain, which is decadent and expensive without touching human fireworks.

Silk can be the morning light as clear as glass or the night air as clear as water. It can be a girl next door with beautiful hair, or it can be a warm and peaceful elderly mother. Silk, like snow, belongs only to women, and even the gentle gentleman's eyes can't get rid of the silky look. If you invite her to hand you her hand, she will never exert herself, but she will slide down with a light touch. Therefore, using such harsh words on silk will definitely make people cherish it. But diaosi is always old, and she is also wandering in the wind and moon. Old silk, the face will be dim, and the temples will gradually frost.

And when you feel sorry for her, she must not have the slightest melancholy and sigh, but smiled at you in a gentle tone: "What does that matter?" Therefore, very old silk is still in my collection, and now it has slipped through my wrist, and it is still very expensive and smooth. I like to taste the delicate light marks of years on her face, and I hope that one day, I will do the same.

In the days with silk, the tone is just gently revealed from the eyes, floating in the wind. So cicada-like troubles did not reach the depths of Bitan, and it was calm. In silence, I gradually felt some inner reserve begin to surge. It's a pure and pure concentration, so full that I want to overflow, integrate with oxygen-rich time and space, and integrate with a better life. In this way, I made silk This shining silk in my eyes can also be pulled out of my own life, thus weaving silk days.

Clouds and clear silks make people want to care and comfort those days and people who come to them in her delicate and gentle way. From then on, she was peaceful, forgot the troubled past, and returned to the time when filar silk flowed wholeheartedly.

Smooth as water, soft as smoke, elegant as clouds, like an ink painting, the texture of tobacco is rendered soft under the infiltration of rain and breeze. Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color. Like an infatuated fairy, standing slim in the pear blossom, crying and feeling sorry for herself, like an affectionate teenager, staring at a lonely heart by the sunset river.

Beautiful and sad scenery, ethereal attachment echoed by water droplets on a moonlit night, and lingering sadness of the soul on a rainy night. My fair lady, clear water gives birth to hibiscus. Why not linger in the city and feel the elegant fragrance? Unique national costumes set off autumn moon and spring flowers. Looking back and smiling, the fragrance is overflowing, and the beautiful colors cover the present. The lotus is shy and graceful, dancing and dancing lightly under the moving posture.

Mrs. Sandy, dressed in a graceful cheongsam, is graceful, smiling like a flower, with a gentle sound of jade, a bright moon like a light cloud, and snow like a return air. Didn't you see the silk satin, full of charm, praised by all gods, and the fairy danced? Beautiful!

Sanchi had a good time, but his leaves were in trouble. It's fun to meet a gentleman. Sanchi does. Its leaves are covered with grain, so why are you unhappy when you see a gentleman? Sanchi has, its leaves are very quiet, seeing both gentlemen and sound hole glue. I love my heart, but I don't care if I am far away. If I hide it in the center, I won't forget it.