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