A passage describing beauty in ancient literary works.

Jade Qing is fond of her beauty and beauty, but she is shocked and unhappy. There is no good media to satisfy her joy, so she speaks with the help of microwaves. I hope to be sincere first, and Yu Pei will be understood. The letter of beauty is cultivated. Qiang people practice etiquette and know poetry, while Kangqiong values harmony, which means hiding for a long time. Cling to the money at home, afraid of being bullied by me, giving up words when falling in love, hesitating and being suspicious. Be calm and calm, and be self-sustaining when cashing. So Luo was inspired, wandering around, the lights flickering. If you are light, you will stand out from the crowd. If you fly without flying, you will be covered with pepper and your steps will be fragrant. Super-long songs are always praised by people, and their voices are sad and long. I am a wandering soul, a lonely soul, or clean, or flying, or picking pearls, or picking jade feathers. He took the wanderer of Hanbin from the concubine of Nanxiang, lamented that there was no horse in the melon and sang the loneliness of Petunia. Young people are arrogant and their sleeves are repaired and dragged around. The body flies very fast, like wandering, walking a little step, socks are gray. Unstable is dangerous, advancing is difficult, and going is returning. Into a liquid, smooth and beautiful, with words not spit, gas like blue. Huarong is graceful, which makes me forget my meal. So the wind was collected under the screen, and after the waves were quiet, Feng Yi sang drums and Nu Wa sang. Teng Wenyu rode a policeman, Luan died together, and six dragons appeared for the first time, carrying clouds and cars. The whale jumps to the hub, and the waterfowl flies to protect it. So I went north, crossed Nangang, took the lead, returned to Qingyang, moved my lips, and asked Chen to hand in the outline. There are different ways to hate people and God, but when you are in your prime, you can't blame others, but you can hold back tears and tears. Mourn the farewell of good meeting, mourn the passing of a foreign land, and offer the wisdom of Jiangnan without loving Xi. Although he is in the moonlight, he has a long heart for the king. Suddenly I didn't realize what I had given up, and I was disappointed that God hid the light at night.

(Luo Shenfu)

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