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