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