Magic Mirror 02

Magic   Mirror   02

Climbing   up   the   building   and   wearing   sparse   and   sparse,   the   colors   of   the   sky   and   water   are   compatible,

The   clouds   are   endless,   open-mindedness   comes   to   the   wind,

In   a   moment   of   suffocation,   the   island   disappears   forever,

In   the   vast   expanse   of   waves,   Chong   Yong   was   suddenly   touched,

Tan   corners   are   like   slashes,   Rui   Cai   is   lush,

A   pavilion   folds   over   the   threshold,   smoke   swaying   straight   to   the   chest,

The   remote   census   contrasts   with   each   other,   and   the   changes   are   different,

The   cliffs   become   Guangfu,   the   flat   hills   show   Qifeng,

Overturned   when   high   and   low,   in   the   moment   of   opening   and   closing,

Cloud   Forest   shades   Qi   Ke,   Yang   Lu   Huandan   Cong,

The   Buddha   confronted   each   other,   and   he   believed   in   ghost   workers.

The   village   is   Shizhouzhu,   the   broken   bank   rides   a   long   rainbow,

People   haunt   the   space,   indistinguishable   between   color   and   emptiness,

Quickly   manifest   and   yet   swiftly   hidden,   good   fortune   has   primordial   power,

Bingyue   came   to   the   Bohai   Sea   and   met   once   in   three   years,

Looking   at   the   application,   the   thirst   is   full   today,

I   feel   amazing   when   I   do   it,   and   I   feel   ashamed   to   write   poems,

On   the   left   and   right   sides   of   the   inner   door   of   the   boudoir,

The   turning   heron   lantern   imitating   the   painting   of   a   lady   is   slowly   rotating,

In   bright   MR   automatic   makeup   mirror,

Showing   a   winding   mountain   scene,

You   can   also   clearly   distinguish   the   toothed   tree   shadows   and   the   abrupt   rocks...

zigzag   lotus   pond,

The   spring   breeze   blows   slowly,

at   a   glance,

full   of   connected   dense   green   leaves,

The   leaves   are   close   to   each   other   side   by   side,

It   seems   like   a   slim   lady\'s   skirt   is   swaying,

It   is   imagined   as   a   woman   who   came   out   of   an   ancient   ink   painting,

With   a   touch   of   sadness,   neither   charming   nor   glamorous,

But   it   is   ice   muscle   and   jade   bone,   fresh   and   dusty,

A   frown   and   a   smile   are   all   soul-stirring,

A   slight   cool   breeze   moves   slowly,

There   are   wisps   of   fragrance   flowing,

Beneath   the   dense   leaves   is   a   babbling   stream   of   water,

The   moonlight   on   the   lotus   pond   is   like   flowing   water,

Quietly   drains   on   this   whole   leaf,\'

The   houses   in   the   distance   are   misty   and   smoky,

like   a   mirage,

The   mountains   are   rolling   up   and   down,

looming,   smoky,

like   a   paradise   on   earth,

The   trees   near   and   far   surround   the   lotus   pond,

The   dim   moonlight   shone   through   the   tree   cracks,

Pieces   of   green   in   different   shades,

Like   patches   of   green   misty   ocean,

There   is   a   small   stream   beside   the   lotus   pond,

The   stream   is   microwaved   and   crystal   clear,

The   sound   of   rushing   water   is   clear   and   pleasant,

As   if   singing   the   symphony   of   spring,

Underwater   small   fish   swaying   gracefully,

Naughty   blowing   little   bubbles,

The   wind   caressed   all   kinds   of   flowers   and   plants   by   the   stream,

Sometimes   I   bend   the   flowers   and   plants   gently,

Sometimes   the   flowers   and   plants   are   gently   raised,

As   if   the   earth   was   breathing   rhythmically,

Those   little   green   grasses   who   just   stuck   their   heads   out,

Watching   the   outside   world   cautiously,

There   is   a   bow   bridge   over   the   creek,

The   long   branches   on   the   side   of   the   bridge   hang   down   into   strings   and   fall   into   the   stream,

The   flowers   follow   the   breeze,

danced   lightly,

The   flowers   are   fragrant,   the   petals   are   fluttering,

attracted   a   dazzling   group   of   butterflies,

Can\'t   tell   which   is   a   flower   and   which   is   a   butterfly

The   shimmering   light   of   fireflies   shuttled   through   the   grass.

The   cicadas   on   the   trees   and   the   frogs   in   the   lotus   pond,

Like   the   melody   of   musical   notes   beating   on   Geum-hyun,

Compose   a   three-dimensional   animation   that   outlines   the   soul,

I   saw   the   junction   of   sea   and   sky,

A   pyramid   that   has   never   been   seen   before   rises,

As   atmospheric   refraction   develops   into   total   reflection,

Above   each   pyramid,

Then   buckle   an   inverted   pyramid   of   similar   shape   and   size,

As   black   as   the   huge   piers   poured   with   reinforced   concrete,

The   upper   part   of   the   pier   gradually   widens,

Slowly   tighten   the   waist,

for   a   while,

The   piers   are   I-shaped,

As   the   mirage   changes,

The   I-shaped   upper   and   lower   two   horizontally   extend   out   in   the   horizontal   direction,

Many   I-characters   are   linked   together,

Formed   a   huge   porous   long   bridge,

An   object   like   a   double-story   building   appeared   in   the   sky   above   the   sea,

I   saw   that   the   upper   platform   is   big   and   small,

flickering,

It   is   like   a   non-connection   with   the   lower   floor,

If   broken,

Not   far   to   the   right   of   the   building,

There   is   a   single-hole   arch   bridge,

One   end   rests   on   the   hillside,

one   end   dipped   into   the   sea,

The   long   bridge   deck   volleys,

The   shape   of   the   bridge   is   exactly   like   the   Zhaozhou   Bridge,

The   suspended   bridge   deck   changes   from   wide   to   narrow,

slowly   breaking,   melting,   disappearing,

The   mirage   is   always   slowly   sinking   into   the   sea,

And   then   rose   again   from   the   sea,

Then   change,   combine,   move   left   and   right,

At   last   the   rolling   hills   sank   into   the   sea   without   a   trace,

The   sea   is   empty,

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