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