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