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