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