The beauty is like a gurgling stream, the beauty makes people fascinated, the beauty and nobility of beauty, the beauty makes people excited! The wings of her whole body are like green mountains and rivers with layers of order... She is so beautiful that many people can sing for her! In the corner of the mountain, in the corner of the cloud, in the quiet and ethereal corner, there is a peacock, quietly waiting in the corner of the corner... She drags the bright emerald feathers, admiring herself, enjoying the lightness alone. Yarn smoke. Lin Mo swayed and danced in the sky, and as the fog deepened, it got worse! Through her myriad gestures, she seemed to have forgotten herself, but only remembered that she was a graceful peacock, and that she was now walking in the dance.