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