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