Invitation to the Goddess of Real Estate Festival

It coincides with the charm of March and invites female beauty. It's just spring, which makes today's tenderness like water.

She is as charming as a flower, with a touch of tenderness, blooming in the branches of spring, whitewashing the scene of March. The faint fragrance is Ying Ying, which leaves in a hurry. Fragrant particles are scattered in every corner, and every corner is gentle and sweet.

Skirt swaying in the flowers with the wind, stained with sweet pink honey, attracted colorful butterflies, dancing, showing youth and wantonness.

Buds that have not yet bloomed look at the world in ignorance, choose a gust of wind, and show a shy blush in the embrace of the wind.

In the early spring of March, I met the festival of the goddess. In the freehand spring, I wrote endless poems and paintings.

The stream is soft and affectionate, which is her budding spring heart. Delicate running water, mottled sunshine and breezes. Sometimes passing through the barren land, the drizzle is gently called, like smoke, to smooth the dry traces.

Her youth is a beautiful painting and a painful poem. Women are always emotional, eager for beautiful love, provocative roses, which can be brilliant red in full bloom in the wind, or small thorns that cut their hearts.

Meet the goddess' festival, cut a piece of spring scenery for her, and hope that the ruthless years will not take away her spring.

The bright moonlight is her gentle, delicate and secret figure, covered with gauze, pouring in the endless night.

Twilight is romantic, just like poetry and painting in her heart. Tell the stars about the aestheticism of longing and ask them to keep their distant and extravagant dreams properly.

The world is like this, and she can't do whatever she wants. She knows that the night can only see the first light in the past. Times have changed. We didn't wait for the pumpkin carriage at midnight, but waited for being sensible and growing up.

Goddess Day, with plain words and ordinary days, writes a little freshness in spring.

Pink petals, green branches and willows, revived life, spring carefully prepared gifts for her. I wonder if someone has her expectations like spring.

It is better to give up than to expect unexpected scenery. She dimmed her life in her own festivals and watched them shine on the same day. If your girl is looking forward to the splendor in the distance, remember to light a lamp to illuminate the spring scenery around her.

Peach blossoms are burning in March, and the shadows are enchanting, singing for her with gorgeous beauty. She recalled in the melody that the girl, on a stranger with peach blossoms, looked green.

If I have a face that won't get old, I will keep my youth and see trees and vines all over the ground. For a long time, Ren Taohua fell on her shoulder with pink memories, and she has been wasting time. Even now, she is no longer young.

After bidding farewell to the little prince, she closed the window of memory and made a beautiful wish for the rest of her life.

Spring is blooming, and the goddess is coming. Today, they are the most beautiful scenery. She wore beautiful clothes and passed the fleeting time. No matter what the vicissitudes of life, she has maintained a innocence. Life will always change, sometimes it is a baptism of wind and rain, and sometimes it is happiness and sweetness.

In the diary, all kinds of feelings have become rough and lovely fine print, recording the past of joys and sorrows, turning pages in the spring breeze and shaking off the ink.

Those lovely, gentle, independent and sexy are all poetic, and each que has its own appearance and cannot be copied.

Spring in March ushered in a gentle festival, and we should celebrate and please ourselves with a full sense of ceremony.

Accept the gift of spring and listen to the blessings of this beautiful season. Goddess Day, may they put aside their busyness and live up to today.

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