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