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