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