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