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