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