Playful Autumn And Winter Dress, Lovely MM'S Favorite

"The snow is coming! The snow is coming!" A cute little fox with a warm color , jumped in horror. "A thousand year old beautiful peach tree, I'm a little fox by the stream. I like an orange sunflower, but it's too small! I'm afraid it can't stand the wind and the heavy snow. Please bless it! I paint orange patterns all day long and pretend to be a sunflower to talk to it, but I haven't had the courage to say that I'm a little fox, but I like it. Please bless it!"

When the sun first came out, the South Lake was still gloomy, but at noon, the South Lake became excited. The sun spread all over the lake, with thousands of ripples, thousands of golden lights, all of which became beautiful patterns. Tao Yao stood in amazement, as if she was also covered with invisible patterns woven by light and shadow coat , emitting soft light. When the sun went down, the lake gradually calmed down. The setting sun reflected that the shadow tassels were dotted under the coat.

Taoyao is just the name of a peach flower. She stands quietly on the branch. At the moment, she is just a flower. Her pink face has just broken away from the wooden head, revealing the curious eyes that have remained unchanged for thousands of years. Instead, the green and black feet are stacked like a black one skirt Protect the tender little life.

She kept twisting her body and facing up in the wind. With the wind peeling off, she finally fell off the branches and onto the ice as she wished, and then flakes of snow fell. Her brilliant powder was melting into the ice like a specimen. "South Lake, I'm in your heart now!" "Aren't you afraid? If you fall, you may disappear, and there will be no reincarnation." "I'm not afraid." "The night is coming soon, close your eyes quickly." When she opened her eyes again, stars fell on the ice, and she felt she had a bright world.

The tender green leaves stretch its waist. After a thousand years of reincarnation, it seems to be languidly tired. "Tao Yao, Tao Yao! After the heavy snow, you can open up!" Tao Yao is still listening to the constant information for thousands of years, with her head tilted like an innocent little girl. For a thousand years, Taoyao has only had the South Lake in her heart. The water of the South Lake will scratch mischievously, sing quietly, and dance a lively dance of light and shadow. Taoyao knows that the South Lake is afraid of her loneliness.