LǎoFǎng

Coconut shadows swaying on the back of the film
There is something sweeter in your eyes than the sunset
The shutter froze the curve of the tide
The shell holds the unspoken forever

As she tilted her head and cheeks, sunlight seeped through the gauze curtains, coating the tip of her nose with a porcelain-like fragile glaze.
The neck is tied with a bow streamer, undulating with the breath like a stopped swallowtail butterfly, and the folds of unfinished love poems are hidden between the folds of the clothes.

She leaned lazily on the couch, the moonlight gilding the plain white dress with a layer of silver
Brilliance.
The morning light shines through the veil, outlining the undulating silhouette of the couch beauty, and the cloudy sideburns half-reflect the porcelain-white neck.

In her eyes, it seems like the first snow of Kunlun is frozen, and frost flowers flutter between frowns and smiles. When her clothes brush past, mist rises from the cold pool, with half-melted spring water lingering on her lips, revealing a hint of warmth in the coldness.

The skin is like a cherry blossom in full bloom, with a misty flush, and when you touch it with your fingertips, it seems to be stained with peach fluff.
The hair tips were adorned with a morning dew-like light, and when she turned around, the hem of her skirt spun out a cloud of rosy dawn, with the air filled with the sweetness of strawberry frosting.

The grass tips kissed by the morning dew shimmered with rainbow-colored fragments, as if the earth had scattered a handful of rainbow shards.

The drooping curve at the end of the eye is like the willow branches in March dipped in spring water. In the midst of the changing eyes, even the sigh is wrapped in the softness of cotton candy.
The lips are the juice splashed when crushing roses, and a smile blooms with the luster of ripe cherries, and the breath is like melting snow on mint leaves.
In a flash, entered the heart.

All who see Mount Jinshan will have wealth and auspiciousness.

Clearly, my roots are here, but the newly grown branches do not recognize me, as if I were the Nian beast, coming when the firecrackers sound and leaving when they finish. Suddenly I understand the saying, "When you leave home at a young age, you'll return as an elder; it's hard to change the accent and the hair turns gray. When children meet but do not recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the visitor is from."

Others say time will steal beauty,
But your eyes still shine like the stars on the day we first met,
In the blink of an eye, it fell into my heart,
My Milky Way center.

She is the restless waves of midsummer night, lazy and intense intertwined, even the breath carries the temptation of the tide. If mountains and rivers are compared to eyebrows, the morning glow dyed as lip color, it still cannot match the moment when everything pales in comparison to her glance.

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