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