He 'ii come out with surprises. You just wait and see. Look at that woman, with the white chiffon!

The high and low level. Terraces are rows of rice stubble rows stood not melt the snow, like wearing a white skirt girl.

Like a goose feather, swirl, floated, like a group of fairies dressed in a white veil, gently holding the white dress, to show their own fancy.