I fell in love with a fairy.
She always wears green gauze and green rosy clothes, her steps are light and graceful, and her feet are not stained with dust. She seems to be walking with the spirit of immortality. Her long hair, as black as a waterfall, is half pulled up with a strand of dark green hairband, and the hairpin is not attached. Her cheeks showed a smudged rouge, which was the same color as her lips. She lowered her eyes seductively, her eyes slightly narrowed and ready to bloom.
She is a fairy, her skin is as creamy, as white as the bright moon, she is graceful and graceful, and has eight faces.
I was with her on the Qingfeng River and in the Mingyue Mountain, and something was quietly imprinted in my heart.