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