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