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