Jinhua Four Seasons Ruge Hotel

You are more gorgeous than the moon, you are more elegant than the moon, you are more frightening than the moon, and your appearance even makes the indifferent and arrogant moon sigh. In the night when the wind is light and the clouds are light, the courtyard is empty and silent, and the rosewood is released silently. Your painted face covers the quiet moonlight, the courtyard after being eclipsed, the charming breath and the bright flowers at night blend with the moonlight and disperse at will. You have the warm breath of that spring, and you have the appearance of avoiding the moon. You are the story of the loss of Xin that month. When the spring breeze blows, your face blooms in the hearts of the world.

Who knows that the grace of heaven is not hidden, and one day, I will win the royal family. "。 If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared. "

In the imperial garden, I have no intention of enjoying the flowers, and my fingers touch the elves in the garden gently; The warm wind brushed my face, but it didn't mean to hurt the flowers. There seems to be a spiritual flower hiding its face shyly. The maid-in-waiting told you that you were ashamed of flowers, so Ming Chengzu asked you to see the feast. Looking at each other, the vows of eternal love are endless, and there are even more "other ladies in his court, 3,000 stunning, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one body". At this point, Yang's daughter became a phoenix, and the king of Qi never went to the early dynasty.

As the saying goes, "clouds need clothes and flowers to make you look good", and Li Bai's few sidewalks show your shyness. The lingering feelings between you and Ming Chengzu are doomed to a thousand years of history, and it is also doomed to the desolation of Maweipo where you will go.

You are a noble Yang Guifei. The clear and transparent texture like Yuhuan can't compare with your immortal face. Butterflies dancing in summer are not as intoxicating as you look back and smile. You are the brilliant alfalfa in midsummer, light and beautiful, and a little rain and dew can spread all over the earth.

The real fate is scattered among the people, lost in the mortal world, and your beautiful face is rippling in the stream of Ming Che. Even if you fall into the mortal world to be a yarn washer, you can't stop the extraordinary splendour you want to release after all. The fish floating in the water are as beautiful as you, and one by one they sink to the bottom. Who knows that the emperor dumped you? You are worse than the emperor. The king of Wu treats you like a treasure, and the powder of concubines is useless. You overthrew a dynasty with your beautiful appearance. You are a red leaf in that autumn, which will not fade when you fall into the stream, but let a dynasty disappear before your eyes. You are the beauty of a sunken fish, and your beauty covers the whole autumn.

A song "Parting Songs and Sorrow" started from the frontier fortress in Xiao Sheng. Your homesickness is earth-shaking. Is it your wish to leave your hometown for the background of your country? You are a weak woman who is stronger than a man. You endure loneliness to maintain the peace of the country, you stick to loneliness and express the tenacity revealed in women's bones. You are an ordinary woman and an extraordinary fairy. You use your strength to shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the Lebanese people from fire and water, and then finish it beautifully.

On the way out of the castle, your singing worried about the lonely geese and the sunset, which stopped the hostility between the two countries and brought peace. You have the appearance of a wild goose, like a plum blossom that never fades in winter, and the holy and proud snow is so white and flawless.

Thousands of mountains and valleys are near Jingmen, and the girls' village is light.

She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple.

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. "

In a blink of an eye, the four seasons alternate in this way, and the scenes of the four seasons always have new colors, not only the beauty of women, but also their wisdom and soul, just like the vigor of spring, the brilliance of summer, the charm of autumn, the magnificence of winter, avoiding the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers, sinking fish and falling geese.