把腰肢轻轻一扭,岁月就呼啸而出了。汉的清丽、唐的雍容,还是明的风韵?风从额前过,惊动长发,宛若一只凌空扑腾的翅膀,急切地向长天追问什么祈求什么。而长剑似也刹时被点燃,烈焰正徐徐腾空,试图刺穿什么获取什么。其实错了,她不是你眼中的模样。春燕般轻盈前行的女子,身如玉,心似莲,洁净透亮的眼神过滤得掉最肮脏龌龊的世 Gently twist the waist, the years roared out. Han Qingli, Tang grace, or Ming charm? Wind from the forehead, arouse the long hair, like a flying whirlwind wings, eagerly asking what to pray for a long day. While the sword seems to be instantaneously lit, flames are slowly vacated, trying to pierce what to gain. In fact, wrong, she is not the look in your eyes. Chunyan as light as the woman forward, body jade, heart-like lotus, clean and translucent eyes get rid of the most dirty dirty world