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