Bend it now and then,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Wearing a white crew-neck short-sleeved T-shirt,
Pieces of green in different shades,
healthy wheat complexion skin,
Little feet put on black flat sandals,
looming, smoky,
Height 165 cm,
sometimes lift it up,
The stream is microwaved,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
Clear and shiny eyebrow lines, open between the eyebrows and eyes,
There is a bridge over the creek
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
crystal clear,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The pupils of the eyes are clear and transparent, and there is a small pear socket at the corner of the mouth,
walked home after attending the class reunion,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Wearing a "smart 3D stereo holographic image communicator" on the left wrist,
Light beige wide 100-fold long skirt
As if singing the symphony of spring,
shoulder length hair,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
melon seed face, phoenix eyes, delicate nose,
like a mirage,
Watching the outside world carefully,
like a paradise on earth,