Take photos of your ancient costumes, talk about ancient customs and speak a complete set of sentences.

One, with dark hair, was wearing a princess bun with a beaded hair clasp and tassels hanging on it. When she spoke, the tassels swayed. She has a white face and soft and thin skin. His eyebrows are long and picturesque, and his eyes twinkle like stars. There is a small mouth under the small bridge of the nose. The lips are very thin and the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, which makes me feel a little sad when I smile. The whole face is delicate and beautiful, so delicate that there is no trace of fireworks. She is wearing a shirt with a white background and a pleated white skirt. Sitting there, dignified and noble, quiet and elegant. So pure and gentle, like a budding hibiscus, spotless.

Second, looking back, standing on the bridge and looking up, I only saw peach blossoms flying all over the sky.

Third, turn around, a ray of cold fragrance is far away, and the snow is deep and smiling. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

Fourth, get drunk with him, peach blossoms fly to Xi, and secretly scribble on your face.

5. Just because I feel that you are looking back, it reminds me of your dynasty and dusk.

6. Looking back on past lives, who can rely on this life? The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you depend on each other, don't separate!

Seven, at that time, the teenager was proud and sang invincible, and he was not worried about wandering alone on the moon with his clothes.

Eight, at both ends of life, we stand with each other.

Nine, the purple account refers to a cry, it is difficult to forget. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.

Ten, smile at the flowers in the fog, I don't know how many flowers have been folded.

Eleven, if you run wild, I will accompany you with wine all my life.

Twelve, wait and change, but it is so popular, but it is easy to change.

Thirteen, I saw her with an oval face and slender eyebrows. Although her skin color is slightly dark, it can't hide her beautiful figure and lightness.

14th, light green dress, cuffs embroidered with light blue peony, a few auspicious clouds with silver silk thread, a row of blue sea clouds at the hem, a wide light yellow brocade wrapped around the chest. The body gently rotates the long skirt to unfold, and the posture is elegant as the wind blows the willows.

Fifteen, the wind is exposed to the temples, and the eyebrows and eyes are lightly swept with spring. The skin is as smooth as jade, soft and greasy, and delicate and charming. The two strands of hair on the cheek gently moved with the wind, adding a bit of attractive amorous feelings, while the smart eyes turned subtly, somewhat naughty, somewhat naughty, wearing a light green dress, holding the waist, so beautiful and so out of touch.

Sixteen, from now on, a few dreams are illusory. If there is no hand, tears will splash on the flowers.

Seventeen, embroidered phoenix yellow, pink gauze skirt, Luo Cui's soft yarn, peony flowers obliquely inserted in the wind bun and fog temples are really a bit: the eyebrows are charming and the green temples are full of the smell of spring smoke.

Eighteen years old, as beautiful as flowers and as beautiful as jade, as time flies, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. Classical ancient aesthetic sentences

Nineteen, the beauty is drunk, and the appearance is more beautiful.

Twenty, a pair of eyes just looked at her faint eyebrows and her red lips and lips.

Twenty-one, the host, well dressed. Son of Qi Hou, wife of Wei Hou. East Palace's sister, Duke Xing's aunt, Tan.

Twenty-two, the sword from the misty peaks, distant smoke falling, dreams like Long song.

Twenty-three, flying flowers fluttering, dancing, how many feelings flying. Sleeves are flowing, fingers are condensed and clear water is floating.

24. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

Twenty-five, dusk is like smoke, clouds are full of illusions, and carnation sounds like maple bells; Brewmaster, an idle man, gave birth to a poem, let him have a drink. Du Ying Buyi, Lonely Wind and Poetic Moon, Going to Stay, Mei Mei Bird; Gardenia blossoms have soil and flowers, and autumn pools are cold, rainy and old.

Twenty-six, Shuo Ren Ao, called the countryside. Among the four beasts, there is arrogance, and Zhu Biao is the bodyguard. Dr Zhai Yichao retired as easy as blowing off dust.

Twenty-seven, one year old, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urged the next generation to get together and leave, one happy and one sad, one lying on the couch, one looking for a group of acquaintances in life. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.

Twenty-eight, snuff injury, a row of fall to the ground, home, green hills. The shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that the two places have been exhausted and they are buried alone.

Twenty-nine, there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

30. Next to her stood a girl in a pale crimson gauze shirt, also Yingying, who was 16 and 7 years old. She looked at him with a face of Gherardini, like an elf naughty. The girl has an oval face, smart eyes and charming charm.

Thirty-one, the world of mortals, searching for thousands of Baidu, looking back for ten thousand years, fell in love with Iraqis.

Thirty-two, I saw that woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, slim, with big eyes and snow-like skin. Gherardini on her face, her mouth was bitter and she was dressed in white. At this time, the sun is setting, and the faint sunshine shines on her face. He was not so excited when he saw her this time, but he saw the wrinkles between her eyebrows, about 356.

Thirty-three-year-old, pink rose-scented tunic jacket, covered with green tulle skirt, waist tied with a big bow made of soft gold smoke, sideburns drooping obliquely inserted into jade hairpin Fengchai, showing a slender and charming figure.

Thirty-four, sharp chin, but beautiful arc. Eyebrows fly into the temples, eyes seem to be happy and sad, and thin lips are born with a touch of scarlet.

Thirty-five, I saw her sipping her mouth and squinting at herself cheerfully. Her skin was as white as fresh diamonds, and there was a thin mole on her mouth, which made her even more charming.

Thirty-six, Wenshan will meet the soft water in the sea, not as good as your eyebrow.

37. That woman is about 2067 years old, with beautiful appearance and extremely flexible eyes.

Thirty-eight, the big peony is green and red, and the pink daffodils are scattered with green skirts to sweep the floor. The drooping sideburns are inlaid with pearl Hosta seeds, and the flower looks like water hibiscus.