mousepad-d2 Chapter 122: Dance
Chapter 122: Dance
If Muya's piano sound is ethereal and pure, and Liang Nuoyi's archery is visually majestic and shocking, then Lan Youruo's dance is a wonderful enjoyment for the soul.
This golden autumn competition has become a lifetime of wonderful memories for everyone present, because they were fortunate to participate in this grand occasion and witnessed the charm of dance.
When the natural sound of wind and rain, birds and chirping diffused from the loudspeaker, on the stage, amidst the enveloping clouds and mist, the Manhua woman who looked like a fairy danced gently.
That pleated skirt of outstanding and clear ripples floated faintly in the hazy clouds and mist, and at a glance, it seemed to be a Lingling snow lotus blooming proudly on the edge of the cliff of the vast snow mountain, full of a very graceful touch of nobility.
It was dark on the stage, only a beam of light that seemed to span a millennium shone on her voluptuous body in a circular shape.
Separating the boundaries of time and region, the women on the stage are like the ladies in the ancient rhyme, bringing a feast of dancing at this moment.
In the sound, the playing of the guzheng became more and more urgent, and her dance became more and more intense. She twirled her soft and graceful skirt, as if her weakness was abandoned by it, and her fate was fought by it.The unyielding flame of the soul flashed in the snow-capped iceberg, proudly, and flickering.
The floating corners of the skirt are like the ripples of the shallow dawn waves leaping, evoking the light jade feet, but it is amorous and shy, like the ease of the wind and the lightness of the willow in the change.
Her lips were pursed lightly, and under the light of the light, her pupils sparkled with the nostalgia of an autumn lake, but her enchanting face was as if frozen in frost that day's natural charm.Every move has a touching and soul-stirring amorous charm.
It's hard to imagine that there is such a reclusive and ostentatious woman in this world, she is charming, she is enchanting, she is cold, she is noble, and she is arrogant.One-third of the spiritual energy in the world is actually occupied by this Miaoman.
Liang Nuo looked at the swaying girl on the stage in shock, and then smiled at the students who were obsessed with her dancing posture. She never thought that she would touch the realm of dancing soul so early in this life, but it is a pity. Just touch the edges of it.