Author: Shangshan Ruoshui
Qianlong met Princess Xiangxiang, the love story of a piece of the bare heart has become a legend. Born scent of the body has been a miracle, or a beautiful Princess more had the world a few love and pity, no wonder Qianlong all kinds of enlisted all kinds of pleasing, don't call the common man's tolerance.
A generation of emperors are so, visible women incense into the world of men's favorite favorite. I have the honor to experience two times, with not dare to assert that is the woman incense also never met.
The first bus accidental encounter, crowded crowd. Next to a girl with long hair flowing between the hair emitted a light fragrance, at first thought it was perfume or shampoo scent, I do not know what the reason for this scent seems to be a line type, so a wisp of a wisp of fragrance, as much as the hair of the other scent is very different, I do not realize that this scent attracted and even intoxicated by the scent.
The second time I encountered it was with my wife when I was having fun and inadvertently found that the scent came from the hair, even if the first time the woman's scent is not sure, but the smell of my wife's body and the use of perfume are all too familiar. The same is a wisp of strange fragrance, intoxicated after carefully check the source of the wife's body scent, may be a pleasant mood leading to the body peculiar secretion, coupled with the activities of the heat from the hair emitted between the folder out of the strange fragrance.
It has not been known where the dark fragrance comes from but buried in the memory, if such a fragrance has a name then it is certainly - women's fragrance!
Elegant Women's Fragrance
Author:Nymphaea
Lifting my hand to stroke the zither, a wisp of fragrance, a flat boat with a bamboo flute. A white dress travels in the wind, and a scroll in my hand wears the season of flowers. Whose girl is whispering, who is murmuring to herself on the branch.
Inkstone a pool of clear water, swinging a world of ripples. The ink and pen, dyeing a lifetime of love away. A piece of paper, a volume of calm, a lonesome, a few lonely. A wisp of ink, is Li Yu's poetry, Li Qingzhao's words, drowned in the Tang wind and Song rain. Such a disorientation, the negative of whose flower period.
The lotus of the Qu Yuan, the orchid of the empty valley, the chrysanthemum of the deep mountain, is speechless to the matter. It is the face of the wind, the clothes of the clouds, the language of the flowers, to forget the world.
The elegant woman, like the quiet beauty of the fallen leaves, the elegance of the crocuses, the melancholy of Jiangnan. A guqin listen to charming charming, a handle of silk fan fell in the dream. Crystal heart, glass body, white as jade, ice soul, plum core, pear rain. Quietly come, quietly go, tender emotions, fell petals on the ground.
The edge of the three lifetimes of the stone, the rain on the bank of the Spirit River, moistens the field of whose heart, full of whose memory. A lifetime of attachment, a lifetime of expectation, crying in the wind. It is far away, but so beautiful. Faint, leaving a wisp of heart scripture.
The house full of residual dreams, open in the flower season. The banana with rain, begonias are speechless. The fragrance of the hair of the current year, dancing in the wind. The silk, the rain does not sleep, the rain does not sleep, the moon does not speak.
The fragrance of a light woman, a season is not a death. No matter how old you are, even if the frost stained your hair, crepe full of your face, are exuding the charm of the scroll, ink loneliness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
You don't have to have exquisite features, surely there are slender fingers, play a song, the whisper of the years, quietly as the melody of the poem. Such a woman will not have too much greed, know that desire bottomless, will ruin her beauty. She will not be red and green, she knows that temperament is the best coat. She understands the charm of the scrolls, silent open in the dream of the flow of years
Love the fragrance of women
Create Prose Author: Ruoxi
March winds warm face, the air is filled with the faint scent of spring, some of the hardy flowers have already quietly in the street corner of the building in front of the green space, buds waiting to be released, perhaps one morning to wake up, the little swallows will be in the air to fly and murmur, push the window there will be a faint, the air will be a little bit of a little bit of the air, the air will be a little bit of the air. Push open the window there will be a light fragrance of flowers mixed with the aroma of green grass, warm spring, warm heart. Like the March, but also from the moment the streets and alleys on the influx of people, those women's color increasingly variegated clothes, like a bright woman flower, in early spring March slowly bloomed open 。。。。。。.
The women of the world, is pleasing to the eye, they will not be enchanting for the sake of others, only for their own, in this earthly world full bloom self. Every flower has its own way of blooming, every woman has her own maverick existence, the softness of the heart, like gentle raindrops, silently moistening the heart. Love, rambling in the wind, smiling, persistent, but also bland, sincere, simple, let a person's heart. The other side of love, because of the faint fragrance of the woman wafting, all the memories of holy and pure white.
The gentle woman as water, long and soft. Like the water colorless and transparent, clear and clean; like the true water without incense, to the highest and pure; like running water around the mountains, sympathetic to know 。。。。。。 Gentle woman, such as trickling water, in the cycle of years, all the way to shallow trailing light, edge to edge, accompanied by dependence, ding dong dong running water, talking about the world's endless true, pure, good, beautiful, breeding civilization, cohesion of emotions, peacefully and yet transcendent.
Elegant woman, such as an elegant and neat picture, the eyes of the pair of clear spirit, is the most beautiful smoke in the picture. Women's elegance, untainted by dust, but with the flavor of the earth, like the elves, depicting the world's colorful. Thinking of this, I think of the Mona Lisa smile, that a smile, with a mysterious and mysterious ancient charm, that dreamy charming smile, is how many women in the heart of the soft, dignified, stable, elegant concentrated incarnation, no matter how noble, no matter how ordinary, no matter whether it is written, no matter whether it is a work of art, or landscape flowers and birds, there is a clear spirit of a woman into the painting, read these colorful paintings, read these paintings of the woman.
Beautiful women are like flowers, swaying in the red dust. The women of the world, the appearance of a thousand, as if each person's heart like the flowers. Like the starry sky quietly bloom, as if the stars in the sky, fresh and lovely, like a gentle woman, Woody leisurely bloom; like the orchid's serenity, like a sensible woman, clean and elegant, alone fragrance; like out of the mud and no pollution of the Lotus, the cycle of life, dusty and untainted purity, such as the world's clean and self-centered woman, the spring and white snow, mountains, triggered by the endless beauty; like forget-me-nots Flower color colorful bloom, just like every woman for love love 。。。。。。 Women like flowers like a dream, flowers bloom and fall, since there will be people who know the language of flowers, go to the heart of the interpretation and comprehension.
Exquisite woman, such as a beautiful poem, hands and feet, a smile, are surging lines of poetry. Soft and warm, lyrical and romantic, such as a wisp of wind, such as a round of the bright moon, naturally exudes a pure charm like snow. A poem, is the poet's heart the most beautiful confession, ethereal, romantic, deep, revealing thousands of feelings, exquisite woman, with poetic connotation, such as a dream, worth savoring, and not tired of. Like Mrs. Browning's <<Please say I love you again>>, only with the soul to love the person, only so hope to be loved by each other with the soul.
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In the warm sun in March, lazy writing about women's words, thinking about the women of this world, such as the elves generally darted in the world, only beautiful only love, nowhere warm, nowhere and not in the enchanting, the heart surging with a warm feeling. In the warm winds of March, laughing at another season of Women's Day like flowers blooming general delicate attack, seems to be in love with the women's fragrance rolled, so in the wind to send out the best wishes, I wish all the women in the world happy holidays 。。。。。。?