"Invite the east wind to blow up early, and all the fragrance will float up to the balcony. Several buds of fairy fire will come out, and a strange fragrance will come up from the sky."
Liu Ye's eyebrows are slightly raised, her long eyelashes are trembling, and a shadow is swept down. Her watery eyes turn into a deep darkness, which makes you sink. While you are still intoxicated with this peace, you don't know that you have stepped into the heart of this heavy rain, unable to extricate yourself, and your body is broken to pieces.
The cherry mouth is tightly pursed, like peony petals that look sweet but are actually like arsenic. Light yellow scholar's clothes, a pomegranate flower skirt trimmed with white and a long skirt, Wan Chuwuyou's "eyebrows with black eyebrows win the color of daylilies, and red skirts are jealous of pomegranate flowers."
But no matter how gorgeous and sweet the clothes are, in the woman's cold brows, she exudes a heroic spirit that goes without saying. Is it that the pomegranate flower skirt already has that heroic spirit, but the world pays too much attention to the sweetness, or is it that the woman's cold handsomeness dilutes the strong look and brings a breeze.
The Buddha said, "Don't say it, don't ask it. Some things will be wrong if you ask them."